"Okay."
Song Xiaodong and Kong Siman rushed to the city hospital, arriving outside Chen Xinghai's operating room, and heard a middle-aged policeman at the entrance of the corridor yelling angrily into the phone.
"A few punks dared to grab a girl on the street late at night and start harassing her, what are you guys at the police station doing? How is the public security managed? Do we have to rely on out-of-town policemen to act bravely? They took hostages with knives and even attacked the police in the end, are your police station people made of wood? There's no one on night shift, huh?"
Song Xiaodong and Kong Siman saw this person was furious and cautiously walked past him, seeing Song Jiaren sitting on a long bench, her eyes and nose red, clearly having not slept all night and cried.
"Sister Kong, Mr. Song." Song Jiaren stood up wearily to greet Song Xiaodong and Kong Siman.
"How's it going?" Song Xiaodong asked.
