They had already understood Zhai Jing's situation when he was first found and his family members came to pick him up. They sympathized with him and admired his self-reliance at such a young age. But rules were rules. At most, they could only turn a blind eye and pretend they didn't see him running away.
However, they didn't dare go easy on someone like him today.
The town security Captain pulled him up.
"How are you? You didn't fall, did you?"
Zhai Jing moved his feet. There was a sharp pain in his ankle. He might have twisted it. He shook his head.
"I'm fine."
He was brought back to the city enforcement office, where he was to write a self-reflection letter as usual, and then his supplies were confiscated.
