435, Confrontation

Song Enshuo clasped his hands over his head, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of panic in his chest!

His stomach churned violently, and he wanted to vomit, but nothing came out.

A fierce blow struck his head, and he felt his brain shake.

Luckily, the seat covers in this car were made of premium lambskin, meticulously hand-sewn onto the seats.

Otherwise, at his age, such an impact might not have been survivable.

Song Zhen, with his seatbelt fastened, didn't suffer any harm from the vehicle's impact.

He adjusted his seat back, looked back at Song Enshuo with a gloomy gaze, and said word by word, "I only ask you once, did you kill Yue Meiqi?"

Song Enshuo, dizzily reeling, knew there were some things he couldn't say, "What nonsense are you spouting!"

He lowered his hands, squinting his eyes in discomfort, "Song Zhen, no matter what, I am still your father. As a younger generation, you shouldn't treat me like this!"