Police station.
After Duan Feixun and Wu Kang entered together, Duan Feixun saw Zheng Tong.
Dressed in a beautiful long dress instead of her usual white doctor's coat, she looked mature and beautiful at this moment.
"Wife, how is everything?" Duan Feixun strode forward and took her hand, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine…" Zheng Tong's hand was grasped by his large one, and for some reason, in that moment, she actually felt a sense of being protected.
Although she often felt that she was strong enough not to need anyone's protection, and that marriage was but a ceremony, a spectacle for the family and others.
Duan Feixun examined her face again, then asked seriously, "Did they really not do anything to you?"
"Really, they didn't…" Zheng Tong said to him softly, "Our people beat up theirs…"
"Leave it to your husband to handle!" Duan Feixun pulled her into his embrace.
