Shen Shiqing sighed helplessly, "You're so busy, why get involved in this mess."
Song Zhen felt guilty and patted his shoulder, "How is Little Shengqi? Can I take a look?"
"Come in." Shen Shiqing opened the door to the ward, and Song Zhen followed him inside.
The parents and media crowded forward, and from the time they entered, they saw a child inside with an oxygen mask, thick bandages on their head, their face unrecognizable, lying quietly. Next to the bed, someone in a white coat was crying at the bedside.
Suddenly, no one dared to speak.
Song Zhen just took one look and couldn't hold back.
Suddenly, he turned and looked at everyone, saying, "If it's proven tomorrow that my nephew is innocent, then today, all those who bullied him must bear the responsibility they should and receive the punishment they deserve. If we can't stop children from fighting, then let justice speak! There will always be a place for reason, a place to uphold justice."
