The siblings' bickering was giving people a headache, going back and forth without getting anywhere.
A police uncle could not stand it anymore and one of them seriously reprimanded: "What conflict can't be resolved peacefully! And carrying a knife! By the way, what's on your face and hand, all blood! Be lenient in confessing, did you....."
The crowd glanced at Qin Yu's outstretched hand, but they didn't see any blood, instead, her thigh was white as snow.
Xi Jing gave the crowd a glance, and then slightly changed her angle to block Qin Yu.
Qin Gou's expression was fierce: "What the hell! This on my face is paint!"
Police Uncle: "Do you think I'm stupid? So the blood on your hand is also paint? That's clearly blood! I advise you to confess immediately and tell the truth!"
Qin Gou became impatient and cursed: "This is my own blood!"
Huh? Your own blood?
