"I won't say anything until my lawyer gets here! But Jiang Zhe hurt me, she must pay the price!"
Qin Jingchen hadn't seen him holding a steel pipe just now.
Only now did he catch a glimpse of a bloodied steel pipe lying on the police officer's desk.
He frowned and pulled Jiang Zhe's hand into his palm.
He wanted to look for traces on it, yet feared seeing any marks on her skin.
Jiang Zhe's palms and fingers were cool, resting comfortably in his burning palm, so she didn't say anything and let him examine her.
It wasn't until he had finished that she spoke softly, "I told you it's nothing."
"Now I believe it," Qin Jingchen's brows relaxed, and a cold sharpness flickered in his eyes as he turned to look at Wu Yingze.
Wu Yingze felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't know why.
Qin Jingchen accompanied Jiang Zhe to the police station to make a statement.
Jiang Zhe spoke calmly about what had just happened.
