Only to see Pei Dengke stand up, with crutches under both arms, looking like he couldn't take care of himself.
Qi Guanghe was even more impressive, directly carried onto the stage on a stretcher by two people.
His right hand was wrapped in bandages, his left hand clutching his chest, coughing violently, as if seriously injured.
This idea, of course, came from Qi Guanghe. Playing the victim in front of everyone could lead to harsher punishment for Xiao Feng.
The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Feng: "Zero-Zero-Nine, don't you want to say something?"
"To be honest, seeing them like this, I'm really heartbroken, so heartbroken!" Xiao Feng sighed.
However, the people sitting below on their small stools all had crooked smiles and squinted eyes.
In their hearts, they were crazily mocking: Next time you say you're heartbroken, could you please remove the smile on your face first?
