An Shuyao insisted that the driver was using a phone at the time, not noticing the turn signal of the car ahead, which caused a skid after rear-ending it. She estimated that the driver mistook the accelerator for the brake, directly hitting the car in front and crashing onto the sidewalk, leading to the tragedy.
"Did you see her playing on the phone with your own eyes?" Zhou Hao poured himself a glass of wine.
"I saw it. At that time, my mom was just squatting down, talking to me about the hospital, and out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed the car window from a distance..."
Before An Shuyao could finish, Zhou Hao shook his head directly. This kind of statement wouldn't even make it into testimony and would be one hundred percent considered fabricated; even he didn't believe it: "You glimpsed? How sharp are your eyes?"
"Yes," An Shuyao replied with determination.
"Even if you glimpsed, could you remember it by heart?" Zhou Hao scratched his nose.
