Fu Mingchuan arrived at ten in the evening, seeing his beloved daughter curled up, her pale face expressionless and sitting there, his heart twisted in pain.
He hurried over and asked, "What happened, Yingying?"
"Fu Mingchuan, Mr. Fu, right?"
Fu Mingchuan nodded: "That's me."
"Let me explain the situation."
After Fu Mingchuan heard about everything that had just happened, he suddenly stood up, hands slamming down on the table: "This was premeditated murder! It was intentional homicide! I demand that she be held responsible!"
The police officer in charge nodded, signaling Fu Mingchuan to calm down: "I understand, please calm down. Right now, your daughter has been shocked and has not spoken yet. We need to take her statement, and we hope you can encourage her."
"Who wouldn't be frightened by that situation?! Falling from the sixth floor could be fatal. Even an adult hung up there would be scared stiff for a long time, let alone a girl."
