When Jiang Li threw herself into Fu Jiuxiao's arms, she instantly smelled the fresh smell of blood and felt the wetness on her waist.
She immediately reacted and quickly struggled away. She held Fu Jiuxiao's hand and saw that his palm was cut open and was bleeding.
Fu Jiuxiao tried to clench his fist, trying to cover up his injured hand. However, when she saw Jiang Li's red eyes, he immediately felt a dull pain in his heart.
He wrapped his uninjured hand around Jiang Li's waist and tried to persuade her, "Don't cry, it's just a small injury."
"Who's crying? I'm not crying," Jiang Li shouted angrily.
She quickly looked at Yan Zheng. The murderous intent in her eyes could not be hidden, and Yan Zheng instinctively took two steps back.
Yan Zheng's probably thought, 'This woman is really scary.'
"Captain Yan, can we go to the police station tomorrow to take her statement?" Jiang Li asked directly.
