The woman lying on the bed sat up and dragged her steps to the door, knocking on it.
After a few seconds, the policewoman came over to inquire about the situation.
"Wen Xinian, why does your stomach hurt every day? I'll accompany you to the infirmary later." The policewoman opened the door, checking the situation inside, especially glaring at Tang Xi, who was cornered, and harshly said, "Hey, what are you doing! Weng Yan, Xu Yue, if you keep causing trouble, forget about going out the day after tomorrow!"
Weng Yan glanced disdainfully and said, "No trouble, just joking with a new friend."
As she spoke, she let go and straightened Tang Xi's collar, "Right, just a joke between us."
Tang Xi ignored her and walked to the door to look at the policewoman, "Am I going to jail? Did they sue me? How long will I serve? When is the trial?"
