Zhao Wan seemed to be frightened. When she heard the police's question, she subconsciously shrank into her mother's arms. Then, she shook her head and said in terror, "No, I didn't see it."
The police officer stood up and looked at the Zhao family's parents seriously. "Since the child is conscious, please bring her back to the police station with us. We want to extract DNA to identify the perpertrator."
"Okay!" Father Zhao seemed to have suddenly aged ten years. The hair at his temples was white, and his eyes were sunken. The corners of his eyes were still wet with tears. "Officer, you must catch that beast!"
"Don't worry about that."
The police officer patted Father Zhao's shoulder comfortingly and squatted down again to look at the trembling Zhao Wan. He smiled casually and said, "Little girl, don't be afraid. Follow Uncle to the police station, okay? Let the police auntie do a detailed checkup, okay?"
