"You have to." Jiang Yuning nodded.
Nian Xi hesitated slightly, then said to him, "You might need to appear in court to testify. You were at the crime scene with me. You're a credible witness."
"I'll go, if you want me to," Jiang Yuning said obediently.
…
As he walked upstairs, Uncle Han immediately came to him with his concerns. Seeing his wounds, Uncle Han's heart ached. "Mr. Jiang, I've worked for you for years, but I've never seen you get injured so badly. I don't think you should follow Ms. Nian again when she's working on her case."
Jiang Yuning, on hearing that, shook his head and wrote, I didn't know being a police officer could be so dangerous. I'll make her some weapons for her to be safe.
Uncle Han nodded. That was a good idea. "Are you still communicating with Ms. Nian with your pen and notebook?"
Jiang Yuning shook his head and pointed to his mouth.
Uncle Han asked, "Why can't you talk to me too?"
