Wen Li's gaze was fixed on Wen Sirou, but Wen Xingming was certain that the words were directed at him.
Wen Xingming was extremely aggrieved. Looking at the film crew's gate that he hadn't even stepped out of yet, he squatted down on the ground and whimpered, "I haven't even left the film crew's gate yet, how was I supposed to know that someone like this would suddenly appear in this godforsaken place?"
Wen Li lowered her eyelashes and remained silent.
She turned her head, looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground clutching his chest, and asked coldly, "Why did you commit such a violent act in the street?"
The man in front of me was wearing tattered jeans with dried cement on his clothes. He had a yellowish-brown face and looked like a kind and honest man.
But at this moment, he stared intently at Wen Sirou with eyes full of resentment and despair.
The middle-aged man's lips trembled, his throat tightened, and he could barely utter a complete word: "She killed my son, I... I'm going to kill her!"
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, tears streamed down his face. He lay on the ground and screamed loudly, his whole body covered in sweat, making it impossible to tell whether it was sweat or tears.
The commotion quickly attracted paparazzi and members of the film crew.
Director Fan Tongyi heard that someone was committing a crime outside and rushed over with his men. He paused for a moment when he passed the spot where Wen Li had been lying.
This armchair was originally placed outside the dressing room. It must weigh at least 100 pounds. Who moved it here?
But now is clearly not the time to think about the grand master's chair.
When Fan Tong saw that Wen Xingming was sitting on the ground, which was big enough to fry an egg on, he was completely unharmed except for the fact that he was sitting there because he was frightened. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Call the police first!" Fan Tong thought angrily.
It's impossible to stop the paparazzi from taking pictures now, so the only option is to call the police.
Although the film crew's location was somewhat remote, there was a police station nearby, and the police arrived in less than ten minutes.
As the parties involved, Wen Li and the others all had to go to the police station to give statements.
Wen Li was still wearing ancient costume, but fortunately the police station had air conditioning on, so it wasn't hot.
Wen Li became timid as soon as she arrived at the police station, holding the disposable cup that the policewoman had poured water for her, her eyes constantly darting around.
With such a big incident, Wen Xingming couldn't possibly not inform his family, but Wen Sirou hurriedly stopped him.
"Second brother, don't let Dad and eldest brother know. They've been busy with work lately, and they'll worry if they find out."
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Li, who had been huddled in the corner, retorted, "I think you did something wrong and are afraid that too many people will find out, so you don't dare to tell them, right?"
The mediation room at the police station was small; besides the three of them, there was also a police officer taking statements.
Wen Li's sudden voice was quite jarring in the quiet environment, and Wen Sirou's face instantly darkened. She said with displeasure, "What do you mean!"
To everyone's surprise, Wen Li was not afraid. Instead, she stood up and looked down at Wen Xingming, who was sitting in the chair.
“Of course, it means exactly what it says. Your bone structure is strange, so I can’t tell your background, but…” Wen Li paused, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, “The evil aura on you is related to that man today. You should know what you did.”
Wen Sirou's face turned ashen instantly, but the paleness vanished in an instant: "I don't know what you're talking about!"
After saying that, Wen Sirou tugged at Wen Xingming's clothes, lowered her eyes, and her eyes were filled with tears: "Second brother, I don't know what she's saying, you must believe me!"
To everyone's surprise, Wen Xingming sat there blankly without making any comment.
Wen Sirou bit her lip, feeling extremely angry.
She didn't know what was going on, but ever since she met this charlatan today, everything had spiraled out of her control!
"Second Brother!"
Seeing that Wen Xingming made no response, Wen Sirou raised her voice even higher.
Wen Xingming didn't say anything.
Although Wen Li spoke in a rambling manner, it was true that she saved him today.
What saddened him most was that his younger sister, whom he had cherished for seventeen years, had run away when she was in danger today.
Wen Sirou clearly had enough time to remind herself or pull herself away.
Wen Sirou is unhappy now. In the past, he would have definitely tried to coax her, but now he doesn't even want to talk to her.
"Who is Miss Wen Sirou?"
Just then, a policeman knocked on the mahogany door of the mediation room.
Wen Sirou hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up, her voice soft: "Yes, that's me."
The police officer looked him up and down, then sat down in the mediation room and said, "The suspect has confessed."
Wen Xingming immediately raised his head.
Wen Sirou clenched her fists nervously.
The police didn't notice anything unusual about Wen Sirou: "The suspect's name is Zhang Daming. He has a son named Zhang Haifei who committed suicide by jumping off a building seven days ago because he was cyberbullied by your fans."
Wen Sirou seemed very shocked, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed, "How could this happen? It's all my fault for not managing my fans well."
"But the suspect identified you as the one who deliberately revealed Zhang Haifei's personal information."
Wen Sirou's crying stopped abruptly, and even Wen Xingming looked over.
Wen Sirou was stunned for a moment before hurriedly shaking her head: "I don't know Zhang Haifei at all, how could I possibly reveal his personal information!"
The police officer nodded: "In short, we will conduct further investigations, and we hope Ms. Wen will cooperate with us if needed."
Wen Sirou felt a lump in her throat and could only nod.
Zhang Daming was detained only because he said the police would conduct further investigations.
After the police agreed to let them leave, Wen Li didn't want to stay for even a second longer.
There was nothing she could do; she feared nothing but the sight of the police.
As soon as Wen Li stepped out of the police station, she saw a car exactly like Huo Yinghuai's parked in front of the station, except for the license plate.
Just then, two men got out of the car. One of them looked to be in his early forties and appeared to be a mature middle-aged man, while the other was dressed in a suit and leather shoes with shiny polished leather shoes. His hair was meticulously styled with hair gel, and both men were quite good-looking.
Of course, without exception, they were all filled with deathly aura.
At this moment, the two looked at Wen Sirou with great concern and asked her if she was injured.
As he spoke, the young man couldn't help but say to Wen Xingming, "Second brother, what kind of older brother are you? Why did it take you so long to tell us about such a big thing?"
Wen Sirou subconsciously glanced at Wen Xingming's expression.
She noticed that Wen Xingming's attitude towards her had changed after she entered the police station.
With tears welling up in her eyes, Wen Sirou said in a wronged tone, "It's all my fault, please don't blame Second Brother."
The father and son who arrived then stopped blaming him.
Now, even without looking at their faces, Wen Li knew who they were.
Without hesitation, Wen Li stepped forward and said, "Dad, Big Brother, let me introduce myself. I am your long-lost biological daughter, Wen Li."
Wen Li emphasized the words "biological child" very heavily, as if afraid the two wouldn't hear her.
Father and son: ? ? ?
What is that?
Wen Tingsong looked in the direction of the sound, and when he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face, his pupils contracted.
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