"Young people, don't listen to them. It was they who ran the red light and almost hit your girlfriend, and then had the audacity to accuse her of staging an accident."
The elderly lady who had been supporting Qin Mo throughout couldn't hold back and spoke out to explain.
"Thank you."
Chu Yiqin wasn't stingy with his gratitude.
He was born into privilege, always above the fray, never boastful or disdainful of anyone.
"I understand the situation now. This is your compensation?"
Chu Yiqin's tone was light, yet it carried an undercurrent of oppression and authority that left Qin Xue and Ji Chun unsure what he was really thinking.
"Yes... yes."
Qin Xue said weakly, always presenting herself as fragile to men, thinking it would soften them.
"You want to take her to the police station? Detain her?"
Chu Yiqin turned to look at Yang Lun, his eyes sharp as knives, impossible to meet head-on.
"No... no, you've got it wrong. We just wanted to understand the situation."