Hm?
Hearing this, Lin Chu's expression flickered. "Is he okay?"
"Not sure yet. He hasn't been seen. I'm waiting for news from the guys. But he was going fast, probably over seventy miles per hour. The truck that hit him was a beast too—a fully loaded logistics vehicle, practically a dump truck. It was full of frozen fish that spilled all over the road."
"Two possibilities. One is that the three Zhuang brothers are fighting amongst themselves, meaning the other two are behind it. The other is that he staged it himself. It all depends on how badly he's hurt."
"If his injuries aren't serious, he most likely staged the whole thing."
"If they are serious, then it was probably the eldest or the second brother."
As Lin Chu listened, his gaze fell on Zhuang Yingcheng, who was currently drinking with a female celebrity. He seemed to be in high spirits, charming the woman opposite him until she was a blushing, giggling mess.
