Lin You was very worried about Mù Qiānxún. Her body was covered in injuries, and her cheeks were swollen and hot. She was carefully applying ice she had borrowed to her inflamed areas.
Mù Qiānxún sat there, very quiet.
Lin You was right beside her.
Tang Ye, Uncle Eight, and a group of Wang Quan's men were all sitting there as well.
At the police station, Wang Quan immediately adopted a defiant stance.
"What on earth are you doing? Can't you see my arm is twisted and broken? Look at all of us here. Who's not beaten up, who's not injured? I'm telling you, I need a proper explanation for this today, or this matter won't be over!"
Lin You was not pleased at all and yelled back at Wang Quan, "Explanation? What explanation do you need? You, a grown man, led a group of people after us, two young girls. You think you're right? You deserved to be beaten up, and you got it right, this matter isn't over!"
