Lu Xiaojiu rushed over and hugged him tightly, smelling a strong scent of blood. Lu Bai's neck was covered in bloodstains, staining his white shirt red. Lu Xiaojiu's eyes reddened, "They actually resorted to torture."
"It's nothing serious," Lu Bai said. Lu Xiaojiu pursed her lips, looking at him, "Your hand..."
Lu Bai's finger joints were swollen and red. He flinched slightly, saying lightly, "It's fine now."
"These bastards."
Chu Lin hurriedly came to pick him up, driving over, and upon seeing Lu Bai's appearance, he was furious enough to want to tear down the police station. Lu Bai was much calmer than them, "Let's go home."
Xiaojiu nodded, and the three of them returned home together, Aunt Ling standing at the door, smiling and waiting for him.
"Mom, I'm sorry for worrying you."
"You didn't do anything wrong, there's no need to apologize," Aunt Ling said, "Mom believes you."
