At the Police Station

Xia Qinglee was just about to say that she was fine when the pain on her shoulder made her suck in a breath of cold air. All kinds of words were stifled in her stomach.

Qin Zhi looked at the drunkard on the ground gloomily. He could not help but want to kick him to vent his anger when two policemen suddenly appeared in the bar. Qin Zhi had to give up on his actions.

In that chaotic situation just now, no one knew who called the police.

"What's going on?" The police asked.

"Police officer, this drunkard on the ground didn't tease my friend, and he even hit him," the police officer said. Qin Yuvyuv said indignantly, her eyes fiercely staring at the drunkard.

The police naturally noticed Xia Qinglee's bleeding arm and believed Qin Yuvyuv's words.

"Can I trouble you to follow us back to the police station to take a statement?"

"Okay. " Xia Qinglee directly nodded her head and agreed.