Li Jinghan glanced at Yang Yizhou, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and soothed Shen Xiaoxiao, saying, "Don't cry. Give him a beating and let off some steam. The police officers will be here soon."
Shen Xiaoxiao angrily wiped her tears with the back of her hand and pointed at Yang Yizhou with a stick, snarling, "You scum, you shouldn't even be alive in this world! You should be executed!"
"Xiaoxiao, you're not only brainless, but also a legal ignoramus," Yang Yizhou said mockingly from the ground. "Fraudsters don't get the death penalty. I'll be out one day."
"So what? You'll get what you deserve sooner or later!" Shen Xiaoxiao shouted angrily and fiercely threw the stick at him.
Yang Yizhou laughed maniacally, "Retribution? I've long stopped caring about those mystical things."
Li Jinghan led Shen Xiaoxiao away, comforting her, "Getting angry with scum like him, is it worth it? All right, I'll send someone to take you home."