"Your mother is dead, and instead of hating the executioner who actually killed her, you're blaming an innocent person? Jiang Fu, although you're still underage, you should be old enough to distinguish right from wrong. But not only did you stand by and watch, you even tried to exonerate your father. You're truly heartless and aiding and abetting the evil!"
"If you felt even a little guilty about your mother, I could apply for financial support on your behalf and ask the local neighborhood committee to provide for your livelihood. But it seems that's no longer necessary. Jiang Bin, send him directly to the juvenile detention center!"
When these words came out, Jiang Fu was shocked.
He fell to the ground in fear and kowtowed to Xing Haodong.
"I don't want to go to juvenile detention center, I don't want to go to jail! Uncle police, I was wrong, please don't arrest me! My dad killed my mom, I'm scared, so I don't dare to come out, wuwuwu..."
"I'm still a child. If I had gone out at that time, my father might have beaten me too. Wuuuuuu... Cousin, cousin, please save me, I beg you!"
Jiang Mingxin looked at Jiang Fu, who was crying, with disgust. This child really learned all the shortcomings of his parents.
She retreated behind Xing Haodong without saying a word, and Xing Haodong understood her choice.
"Jiang Bin, take him back to the police station to take a statement first."
It was obvious that Jiang Fu was not a good person and was rotten from the root, but since he had not yet committed any crime, it was difficult to throw him directly into a juvenile detention center.
But letting him live alone without anyone to supervise him would undoubtedly be a huge hidden danger.
So he still had to figure out how to deal with it.
At this moment, a voice came from the street: "Let go of Fu'er, you adults, why are you bullying a child?"
Jiang Mingxin and Xing Haodong turned their heads to look at the same time.
Bai Ruoxi came hurriedly on a bicycle, followed by Jiang Xiaozhen who was panting.
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