At three in the morning, beneath a bright moon and sparse stars, Song Wei arrived at the police station, anger still written across her pretty face.
The tall young man sat cross-legged on the floor, a bruise at the corner of his mouth. He looked pitifully aggrieved when he saw her.
"Sis, someone bullied me."
Song Wei wasn't falling for that act.
"Shut up. If your brother hadn't begged me, I wouldn't be helping you."
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