"Zhao He? Zhao He!" I let out a heavy sigh. If it was involuntary manslaughter, a sentence of more than ten years would be entirely possible. If it was excessive self-defense, he would still get around three years. No matter how I looked at Zhao He's situation, things seemed grim.
He was quite concerned about his own sister. Even while trapped in this mess, he had notified Han Shanshan and asked me to come save her. I had no idea how difficult the trouble that came afterward would be to clean up.
"Uncle Zhao, why don't we go to the police station and take a look first?" Zhao Xi and I suggested.
Zhao He had an iron fate, and after killing two more people, his yang energy and killing intent were enough to scare even vicious ghosts away. But I was afraid he wouldn't make it past the hurdle of prison—or the Wang Family.
"We have no choice. Sigh, that boy does nothing but cause trouble. His mother is probably furious by now!" Zhao Xi shook his head repeatedly, looking troubled.
A little while later, Han Shanshan came running over. "Hey, Qianqian knows Zhao He was taken to the station? She insists on going along."
"I say, you! Tsk, don't you know she's not in a good state of mind right now?" I pointed at Han Shanshan. That woman was missing a screw. Didn't she know that Qianqian had just lost her grandfather? How could she still tell her about Zhao He?
Han Shanshan stuck out her tongue and shrugged. "The police will come find her to record a statement anyway. I was worried about Zhao He too. When she asked me, I could only tell her the truth."
I looked at Zhao Qian, who was leaning against the wall