The slap mark on the face...
The police were a bit suspicious, recalling the memory just now, but couldn't remember if the mark was on the other person's face before.
Could it be Feng Xiang who hit him?
The police recalled the lawyer from earlier, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.
The lawyer is an agent, only crazy people would hit clients for no reason...
"It's getting late, let's sleep."
The police casually said and then sat on a bench to continue his duty.
Sun Hu and Sun Biao lay on their sides on the bed.
Looking through the window of the hospital room at the ink-like night, their hearts grew heavier.
...
...
October 10th.
Eight in the morning.
Upper City University Hospital, inside the ward.
"Hmm..."
A muffled groan slowly sounded.
In the ward, the originally drowsy Xu Liang seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes.
He saw.
Su Yu, who was lying on the bed, originally had a quiet face that suddenly moved, and his brow furrowed.
