"What reason do you need? When Ma Zhihao hit my brother with his car, he didn't tell me the reason either!" The man glared at Ma Chaoqian angrily.
Ma Zhihao and the others heard this, and their eyelids flickered.
Hit someone with a car?
Ma Zhihao thought for a moment. Did he hit someone with his car?
How come he had no impression of it?
He hadn't driven recently; he walked everywhere.
Besides, K City Bus Group had been established, and many routes had public buses now.
If he needed to go somewhere far, he took the bus. He hadn't driven recently, so how could he have hit someone?
"Zhihao hit your brother with a car?" Ma Chaoqian frowned and asked sternly, "When did this happen?!"
"Director Ma really has a poor memory; it's only been three years, and you've already forgotten?"
Three years ago...
Ma Chaoqian furrowed his brows deeply, his eyes filled with depth.
