Fa Bojin came out of the house with the police officers. The relatives were shocked to see him and the handcuffs around his wrists.
"Bojin, my son!" Xue Lin's second aunt ran forward and hugged Fa Bojin. "My son, why did they handcuff you?"
Fa Bojin is her one and only son. To a mother and a family, a son's existence is like a sun.
All the relatives were quiet and waiting for Fa Bojin to speak up. They also couldn't understand what was happening.
Fa Bojin didn't reply to his mother's question. He silently glared at Xue Lin.
The second aunt turned to look at Xue Lin. "Xue Lin," she asked, "Why did you come out from my son's house? Why is he handcuffed? What did you do to my son?"
Xue Lin replied, "I didn't do anything. It's him who did everything."
"What do you mean by that, Xue Lin?" her first uncle came forward and questioned.
