While everyone was in a daze, Lin Qiang hurriedly lowered his head and found a place to hide.
The middle-aged man waited for a moment. Seeing that Hou Cuihua did not speak, he immediately became anxious.
"I saw the car at the door. Hurry up and get your son to send me the keys."
Hou Cuihua came back to her senses and looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief.
"That's impossible. My son bought that car."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment before saying.
"What do you mean you bought it? Your son rented it from our company."
With that, the middle-aged man took out a contract and held it in front of Hou Cuihua.
"Look carefully. This contract is written in black and white. Your son rented it."
Hou Cuihua widened her eyes and looked at the contract word by word until she saw Lin Qiang's name.
Hou Cuihua's face instantly turned pale.
"You're a liar. Yes, you're a liar."