At three o'clock in the morning, under the dim moonlight, Song Wei entered the police station, the anger still lingering on his beautiful face.
The tall young man had blood at the corners of his mouth and sat cross-legged on the ground in grievance. He showed a pitiful expression when he saw the person coming.
"Sister, I was bullied."
Song Wei didn't agree with him.
"Shut up, if your brother hadn't begged me, I wouldn't have cared about you."
Intention: Yeah.
