Song Zixuan glanced at Zhao Dong, frowned slightly, and then looked at the group of people sprawled on the ground.
Her expression changed instantly. "Zhao Dong," she snapped, "did you do all this?"
Zhao Dong pursed his lips. "They were planning to gang up on me. They were simply no match for me."
"You—"
Song Zixuan glared fiercely at Zhao Dong. Her gaze then shifted to Dong Bowen on the ground, and she gasped in surprise. "Dong Bowen? What are you doing here?"
Dong Bowen, seeing Song Zixuan, looked just as shocked. "Song Zixuan?" It turned out that they had been classmates. Although they hadn't kept in touch, they still recognized each other. The moment he saw her, Dong Bowen acted as if he'd found his savior and immediately started wailing.
"Inspector Song, you have to save me! Look at this Zhao Dong—he's a madman! If you hadn't shown up, he would have completely crippled me."
