"Just because it wasn't intentional, does that mean you can kill someone?"

Cen Yue's face was cold and his voice was stern: "Then how about this, I'll hit you with my car."

"Or let my dad drive."

Song Minghui waved his hands repeatedly, "Ayue, you know I can't drive."

He drove into it.

Song Chan's entire family must be killed.

Cen Yue's handsome eyebrows knitted together. "That's right, my dad isn't very good at it, so it's inevitable... there will be bumps and bruises."

He spoke slowly, but everyone present felt a chill on their backs.

He is worthy of being a leader in the army.

Just standing there, his aura was extremely scary.

Song Jiao's face turned pale.

Cen Yue was using her words to shut her up.

She had absolutely no way of refutating it.

But how is riding a bike the same as driving a car?!

Why is this person like this?

Song Jiao pursed her lips, slowly raised her eyes to look at Cen Yue, and said in a tearful voice, "I really didn't mean that. We're all from the same village. There's no need to go to the Public Security Bureau and make a fool of ourselves."

"If Yiyi doesn't want to apologize, then forget it. It's okay for Qiongqiong to suffer a little injustice."

Song Jiao raised her hand, trying to help Song Qiong up.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

Looks so pitiful.

When Song Qiong heard that he had to report to the police, he was so scared that he almost became stupid.

Village affairs have always been resolved by ourselves, so how come it has come to the point where we have to go to the Public Security Bureau?

It was Song Yiyi's husband who said it himself.

She knew that this man was from the army, so what good would it do to her if he went to the Public Security Bureau?!

Song Qiong's romantic thoughts about Cen Yue.

It dissipated completely in an instant.

She didn't even dare to look at Cen Yue, and kept hiding behind him, muttering, "I'm not going to the Public Security Bureau, I'm not going! I don't want an apology, I don't want it."

Song Chan finally stood up and said, "Forget it, Minghui, Yiyi is fine, let's not make a fuss about it."

"They are just kids, they will be fine after a little quarrel."

He was also a little bit jealous.

The villagers also tried to smooth things over.

"Yeah, it's not too much to bring such a small matter to the Public Security Bureau, or to the village chief's house, isn't it?"

Fourth Aunt raised her chin. "That's not the way it sounds. The village chief's family deserves to be bullied. I think it's okay for the Public Security Bureau to come. They can investigate and find out who is behind this."

"We're all from the same village. If a murderer really were to appear and we weren't stopped in time, there would be a huge mess!"

Song Jiao glared at Fourth Auntie, "Fourth Auntie, what are you talking about? Nothing happened! How did you bring up a murderer?"

"If something happened to my wife, would you have the right to say so much here?"

Cen Yue's voice was low and his expression darkened. "Last time in my yard, your sister wanted to get my wife pregnant."

"This is the first time."

Cen Yue didn't waste time talking to them and insisted on calling the police.

䭹安䭹 is coming to the door soon.

Before finding out whether Song Qiong intentionally hurt anyone, let’s find out one thing first.

The bicycle in question was stolen property.

Song Qiong panicked when she saw Qi'an in uniform. She quickly jumped up and pointed at Song Jiao and said, "The bicycle is hers, it has nothing to do with me!"

Song Jiao stepped forward and said, "Xian'an, the bicycle is not mine. I borrowed it from someone else."

Song Yiyi sat aside and said calmly, "That's not what you said in front of the whole village yesterday."

Which one is the truth? Just ask and you will know.

The villagers all said in unison: "Yes, Song Jiao said herself that the bicycle is hers."

Nothing happened to Song Qiong yet.

Song Jiao was taken away first.

Because she hesitated and couldn't clearly say who the bicycle belonged to.