Banyan City, Locke Family.
Max Locke hurried through the family gate, heading straight for the old patriarch sitting in the armchair watching television.
"Dad," he called out, then whispered a sentence into the old man's ear.
The old patriarch's tiger-like eyes suddenly narrowed, then he widened them and turned his head to look at his son.
"Is this news true?"
"Mhm, Little Gao personally went to investigate," Max Locke nodded with a grave expression.
The old patriarch turned back. His hands resting on his cane, facing forward, his eyes once again narrowed as he slightly nodded his head as if calculating something.
"Do you know who did it?"
"They say it was drunk driving, but according to the information Little Gao gathered, the family of the driver at fault mentioned that her husband brought home a sum of money the day before the accident, even advising her to take good care of their son from now on. Following this clue, Little Gao..."
