He remembered that when the two of them were fighting yesterday, Shi Yan's waist hit the car window.

The sudden g-force would definitely hurt.

Shi Yan was surprised how Officer Li knew that her waist was injured. She rubbed her waist subconsciously and said, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt much."

The three words "It doesn't hurt too much" squeezed into Song Yuchen's ears.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

"If you feel unwell, you should still get checked to avoid any problems later. Besides, you are a painter and you have to sit for a long time."

Officer Li gave some thoughtful advice, and Shi Yan nodded in agreement.

The next second, Song Yuchen's hand suddenly touched Shi Yan's waist, and Shi Yan paused.

Song Yuchen pinched it slightly harder, and Shi Yan frowned in pain.

"Is this okay?"

Shi Yan gritted her teeth and smiled awkwardly. She looked at Officer Li sheepishly and said, "It's really okay. It just hurts a little bit."

“How long will it take to process it?”

Song Yuchen slowly raised his head and looked at Officer Li. Officer Li curled his lips slightly and said, "You can leave anytime."

Song Yuchen pulled Shi Yan up.

Shi Yan looked at Officer Li with an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, my husband..."

Officer Li waved his hand and said, "Go check it out. I'll contact you if there are any follow-up questions."

"I have your WeChat."

These words hit Song Yuchen's ears.

He gripped Shi Yan's wrist and applied a little force. Shi Yan frowned in pain, "What's wrong? You hurt me."

"Where else does it hurt?"

As soon as he got in the car, Song Yuchen's face changed suddenly.

Shi Yan couldn't figure out his thoughts or read his emotions, "You, what's wrong?"

He wondered why he didn't notice that Shi Yan was injured in the waist.