Five minutes later.
The crowd dispersed from the memorial hall.
Wang Shuixin was lying on the floor with bruises all over. His body and face had shoe marks all over. It could said that he looked miserable as he laid there whining and groaning!
"Director!"
"Leader!"
"Director Wang!"
"Aiyo! How are you doing? How are you doing?"
Wang Shuixin's secretary and a few other staffs who were close to him rushed forward. Two of them helped him up while another checked through his injuries. Luckily, he had no fractures. But these injuries were enough to let Wang Shuixin suffer. As a television station Leader, when had he ever been beaten up like this before? Sitting in the office all day and lacking exercise, he was naturally weaker than other people. He could not even stand up properly!
The secretary looked around at the hundreds of children and parents, saying, "Who was it!? Who beat him up? Stand forward! You are all too much! Is there any law?"
The children kept quiet.
