"Zhao He... Zhao He!" I let out a heavy sigh. If it was negligent homicide, 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 current situation, things didn't look good.
He was quite concerned about his own sister. Even while trapped in deep trouble himself, he had still notified Han Shanshan and asked me to save her. I had no idea how difficult the mess that followed would be to clean up.
"Uncle Zhao, let's go to the police station and take a look first," Zhao Xi and I suggested.
Zhao He had an iron fate, and he had killed two people. His yang energy and Killing Intent were enough to frighten away even a fierce ghost. But I was afraid he wouldn't be able to escape the disaster of imprisonment—or get past that hurdle with the Wang Family.
"We have no choice. Sigh... That boy does nothing but cause trouble. His mother's probably furious by now!" Zhao Xi shook his head repeatedly, looking thoroughly troubled.
A while later, Han Shanshan came running over. "Hey, Qianqian knows Zhao He was taken to the station and insists on going with us."
"I'm talking to you! Tsk, don't you know she's not in a good state of mind right now?" I pointed at Han Shanshan. How could someone be so thick-headed? Didn't she know that Zhao Qian's grandfather had just died? How could she still bring up Zhao He in front of her?
Han Shanshan stuck out her tongue and shrugged. "The police will come looking for her to take a statement anyway. I'm worried about Zhao He too, you know. When she asked me, I could only tell her