"Ranran, does your wound hurt?"

Wen Ran didn't reply, so Shang Jingchi turned around and told Xu Yuan, "Go call the doctor."

"Okay!" Xu Yuan responded and hurried out to find a doctor.

Shang Jingchi took a tissue from the bedside table and carefully wiped the tears from Wen Ran's face.

Wen Ran's eyes were red and swollen because she had been crying.

After wiping away the tears, Shang Jingchi began to comfort Wen Ran, "The wound on your arm has been stitched. Don't worry, there won't be any scars as long as I'm here."

Shang Jingchi's firm tone made people feel at ease.

The numbing effect of Wen Ran's arm wound has worn off, and now the pain is becoming more intense and clear.

She raised her arm and took a look. It was covered with a thick layer of gauze, and the specific condition of the wound could not be seen at all.

"Stop looking, and don't move your arms." Shang Jingchi grabbed Wen Ran's wrist, asked her to put it down, and finally covered her under the quilt.

Wen Ran obeyed and didn't move. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in seconds.

She didn't even know the doctor came to check on her condition.

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The building of the Municipal Public Security Bureau is solemn and dignified. The walls inside the building are covered with banners sent by the public, which are filled with words of blessings and gratitude.

Director Li Xinshu of the Public Security Bureau is the youngest director in history. Now at the age of only 35, he is already a sophisticated and experienced public security leader.

Upon learning that Shang Jingchi had come to the interrogation room, Li Xinshu went over to greet him enthusiastically, but as soon as he entered, he was so scared that he almost fell down.

At this moment, Yu Sen in the interrogation room was kicked against the wall by Shang Jingchi. He held his head and shouted.

"Ah! Mr. Shang, please be merciful!"

Yu Sen's hands and feet were handcuffed. He curled up against the wall, still wearing the dark brown home clothes, but now they were so dirty that they were unsightly.

Shang Jingchi became furious when he saw Yu Sen and was about to attack again, but was blocked by Li Xinshu who came in.

"Mr. Shang, please calm down. This is the Public Security Bureau. It's inappropriate for you to do this!" Li Xinshu persuaded Shang Jingchi in a gentle voice.

He was afraid that Shang Jingchi would get impulsive and beat Yu Sen up again, which would make it difficult for him to be the director.

"Don't worry, Mr. Shang, the law will definitely punish Yu Sen for what he did. You have to trust us."

Li Xinshu straightened his back and displayed the majestic demeanor of a director.

Shang Jingchi glanced at him coldly and spoke lightly.

"I've found some evidence of Yu Sen soliciting prostitution and smuggling. I'll have my assistant bring it to you later. Director Li will investigate thoroughly before making the final judgment."

As soon as Shang Jingchi finished speaking, Yu Sen, who was huddled against the wall, could no longer sit still. He stood up holding onto the wall and shouted at Shang Jingchi.

"Mr. Shang, you can't be so cold-blooded! I haven't touched your woman from head to toe."

A murderous look flashed in Shang Jingchi's eyes, "If you touch her, do you think you can still stand here and talk to me?!"

Shang Jingchi's voice was so cold that it could almost freeze Yu Sen, who shuddered unexpectedly.

Li Xinshu, who was standing by, coughed lightly and whispered, "Boss Shang, this is the Public Security Bureau."

What this means is that we still need to be careful about some things.

Shang Jingchi ignored Li Xinshu, but Yu Sen regarded Li Xinshu as his life-saving straw.

"Director Li, I did visit prostitutes, but that was consensual. As for smuggling, I was tricked. I had no idea that I was transporting contraband."

As Yu Sen was talking, he was waving his hands around, causing the handcuffs to rattle. His face looked aggrieved, as if he had eaten bitter melon.

"As for Miss Wen, that's because her father owes me money, over 80 million! I worked so hard to earn it, I can't let it go to waste!"

Now the IOU is in Wen Tonghai's hands, and Wen Ran is Shang Jingchi's man, so how could he dare to touch it?

The more Yu Sen thought about the 80 million, the more aggrieved he felt. If he were forty years younger, he would have been rolling on the ground crying.

Li Xinshu had dark skin but extremely bright eyes. He looked at Yu Sen and asked sternly, "How can you, the boss of a small company, earn over 80 million?"

Yu Sen lowered his head almost instantly, not daring to look into Li Xinshu's eyes again.

I regret saying things I shouldn't have said in the heat of the moment.

"It seems we really need to investigate it carefully." Li Xinshu said seriously.

Then he looked at Shang Jingchi, his attitude changed 180 degrees, "Mr. Shang, Miss Wen still needs you to record your statement. Please come to my office."

"Okay." Shang Jingchi agreed readily.

The two men walked out of the interrogation room and had just taken a few steps when a disheveled woman was pushed out from the interrogation room next door, blocking the way of Shang Jingchi and Li Xinshu.

Her winter clothes were covered in dirt, her hair was a mess, and her face was covered in dried blood and mud, so her original skin color could no longer be seen.

The policeman who pushed her out came out and waved his hand at her impatiently, "I told you this was self-defense, get back now!"

Mo Feifei stood there without moving and wiped her nose.

After a quick thought, he insisted, "Officer, I don't think I was acting in self-defense. I was holding that stool and just smashed it over there."

Mo Feifei spoke and gestured, demonstrating the situation to the police.

The policeman scratched his head irritably. Mo Feifei's demonstration had been going on in the interrogation room all night, and he had watched it all night.

If he keeps watching, he'll really go crazy.

"I told you that this is self-defense. You can leave the police station now!" The police raised his voice, feeling helpless.

Looking at Mo Feifei's appearance and the bruises on her body, no one would believe that it was not self-defense.

"Uncle Police..."

"I just have less hair! I'm not that old!" The policeman shouted in despair, interrupting Mo Feifei.

Seeing Mo Feifei biting her lip in fear, not daring to speak again, the police officer turned to Li Xinshu and suggested, "Chief, this young lady might have had a brain problem due to the shock. Should we take her to the hospital for a checkup?"

Mo Feifei suddenly raised his right arm, staring with his big round eyes and shouting, "I, there's nothing wrong with my brain."

She was just not sure whether she had committed a crime or not, and could not tell whether her actions were self-defense or intentional murder.

Li Xinshu walked to the opposite side of Mo Feifei, saw her face clearly, and spoke with sympathy.

"Ms. Mo, please trust us police officers. We hope that if you encounter this kind of situation again in the future, you will call the police immediately and let us handle it."

Li Xinshu has handled countless cases, but there are not many cases as miserable as Mo Feifei.

"Then I didn't commit a crime? Can I...can I go back?" When she said the second half of the sentence, Mo Feifei burst into tears, tears falling down.

She thought she would spend the rest of her life in prison.