Li Ninghua was held by two burly men, one on each side, as they prepared to drag him to the police station. He struggled, shouting, "Shut up! Don't listen to her nonsense! That man hit me! Do you even know who he is? He’s Jiang Xingye, the little murderer from seven years ago!"
Everyone turned to look at Jiang Xingye. That case from seven years ago had been a sensation, and even today, parents often used it to lecture their children: "Do you want to end up like the murderer Jiang Xingye?"
Jiang Xingye stood silent and expressionless, looking as calm as if the person being denounced and accused was not himself. Only he knew that at this moment, a bone-crushing resentment was truly rising in his heart. If it were only himself, he wouldn't care, but he didn't want Xu Qinghuan to be implicated or looked down upon because of him.
Chapter 134