Eventually, Yong withdrew her gaze and looked away.
"You…!" Yibo threateningly bent his body as if he would jump at Jia to strangle her.
"Don't be stupid, Yibo!" Aang sent a warning glare along his way.
"Yes, let it go Yibo - *cough cough*" Jinping urged, sweating hard.
Yibo felt a hand on his shoulder to pull him back, irking him like anything. "Get your hand off me Shilin!"
Shilin let out a small smile. "You should calm down, Yibo. Inspector Song is just doing her job. The scans don't lie. Dr. Yang is right. Anhe cannot suffer that much damage by an accident. Even if she was running at full speed with all that adrenaline inside her, crashing against a wall might have at most caused abrasions and a concussion, not a deformity in the very bone."
Jia raised her brow slowly, appreciating that at least somebody in the group was reasonable.
Yibo balled his fist, his knuckles tightening with rage. "I hate being threatened."
