"Can I not wear them?" Guo Quanyou asked, looking at the shiny handcuffs in the sheriff's hand, reflecting the light overhead, and then at the crowd gathering around, taking pictures with their phones.
If he really got caught on video being handcuffed and it was posted online, even if he could eventually clear his name, the impact would still be significant.
Guo Quanyou wanted to minimize the damage as much as possible.
"Sorry, please cooperate with our procedure," the sheriff refused decisively, lifting his hands to put the handcuffs on him.
In that moment, Guo Quanyou's heart plummeted to the abyss.
Resist? What a joke. If he really resisted the authorities, he would truly have no way back.
He could only leave under the spotlight, obediently following the sheriff.
Listening to the constant sound of camera shutters clicking around him, Guo Quanyou felt like his heart was being scratched—exasperated and troubled.
And the day of Guo Quanyou's trial would be held tomorrow.
