The next morning.
We all went to pick up Song Xiaotian when he was released.
Uncle Song and Pan Xiaorou came too.
Come to think of it, An Ning, Meng Yifan, and Song Xiaotian had all been locked up. I was the only one who hadn't.
After a wait of about fifteen minutes, Song Xiaotian was released. He strutted out arrogantly, even tossing his head.
But the moment he saw Uncle Song and Pan Xiaorou, he wilted.
Seeing Uncle Song walking toward him, he ducked straight behind Pan Xiaorou.
"Can you cut off that tuft of hair at the front?"
Uncle Song stopped and looked at him. "What kind of taste is that?"
Song Xiaotian tossed his head. "It's called fashion. You wouldn't understand."
"You hick!"
Uncle Song didn't say anything more to him. He probably couldn't be bothered to lecture him again, either. He turned, got into his car, and left.
Pan Xiaorou glared at Song Xiaotian for a long time without saying a word.
"Honey, let me make my excuses."
"I... really had no choice. That father and son-one had me in a chokehold, and the other was trying to kill me. It was self-defense... I couldn't count on that useless Chen Mo, could I? If I hadn't fought back, wouldn't they have beaten me to death...?"
In short, he simply refused to admit he was wrong.
Pan Xiaorou was speechless too. She kicked him straight into the car.
It happened to be lunchtime, so we went to a restaurant for a meal together.
Before leaving, Pan Xiaorou repeatedly warned Song Xiaotian not to keep looking for trouble or act impulsively.
If he ended up in custody a few more times, his children wouldn't even be eligible for the civil service exams in the future.
"Don't worry. I