Qin Xi brushed aside Mr. Qin's hair to look, finding only a large bump that hadn't broken, and she let out a sigh of relief. Li Xianglu, fuming, just stared in the direction Qin Zhen had run off. Whose naughty kid was this, recklessly throwing things at people?
Soon after, Qin Zhen appeared around the corner, dragging a child by the collar. The child was mischievous too, and not scared at all by Qin Zhen, who was tall and strong. The two of them arrived where they were, tugging and pulling at each other.
Li Xianglu glared with widened eyes: "Whose child are you to be throwing things at people? Qin Zhen, take him to the police station and let the cops lock him up." Scaring a child with the police was always effective.
Upon hearing this, the child, who was originally defiant, changed expression and suddenly burst into tears, soon sobbing so hard he could hardly breathe, making it seem as though he was the victim. People coming and going all turned to look.
