Jiang Chengren finally found his son in the office and quickly dashed over in long strides.
"Jingze, you're alright!" He reached out to embrace his son but quickly withdrew his hand.
He was mainly worried about using too much force and accidentally fracturing Jiang Jingze's bones.
Given his son's luck, such a low-probability event was not impossible.
Jiang Jingze looked at his dad, baffled, "What's wrong?"
"I just received a message that our car flipped over, right onto the side you usually sit on."
When the driver had called him from a public phone booth earlier, it had terrified Jiang Chengren out of his wits, and he had almost forgotten about the call from the restaurant manager before that.
He didn't know if it was a tire or something that the car had hit on the road, but it just flipped inexplicably.
Since the car flipped towards the passenger side, the driver wasn't hurt, but if Jiang Jingze had been in the car, he definitely wouldn't have survived.