The Stall Is Smashed Up

"Impossible! My son is even afraid of killing chickens! How can he attack someone on the streets! You must be lying to me!" Old Madam Fan said.

Xia He kept her eyes fixed on the door. This was the first time she looked forward to seeing Xia Wen so much. Only Xia Wen could handle such matters. She really could not hold it in anymore.

Just as Old Madam Fan was getting tired of making her one-sided arguments, Xia Wen finally arrived.

Xia He looked at him with a great deal of gratitude in her eyes. She quickly patted Xia Wen's shoulder and said to the police officer, "My eldest brother is here. I'm leaving. Talk to my brother about the rest."

Xia He had already told Xia Wen the whole story over the phone. Furthermore, during this period of time, the Xia family's spies had also already reported this matter to Xia Wen. Therefore, she did not need to stay here anymore.