Police station.
Tang Sitian sat in the Detention Room. Because the officers feared she might react too emotionally, they handcuffed her.
When Mu Yunshen arrived, she was just sitting on the chair, staring at the pale wall.
He pushed open the iron door of the Detention Room, walked in, squatted in front of her, and unlocked the handcuffs with the key he had obtained.
"Sitian."
He raised his hand to touch her face.
Her voice was very cold, "Don't touch me."
His hand paused.
"Is Mo Lier dead?"
She asked him with an emotionless face.
Mu Yunshen looked up at her face, "I don't know, still in surgery."
"Might die, I hit her quite hard," Sitian smiled softly, but there wasn't a hint of joy in her eyes, "I never imagined that one day I would hurt someone. I wonder how many years I'll be sentenced."
"Sitian, I'll handle this," Mu Yunshen held her cold hand, "You won't be sentenced. I'll complete some paperwork, and then we can return to the hotel."
