Waiting for Lin Yinghui to be taken away by the police, as he walked away, Mr. Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief, already covered in cold sweat.
The crowd had dispersed by this time, and Mr. Xu had no concerns, spat towards Lin Yinghui's back, "Tell them nothing, the filthy hooligan is just waiting to go to prison."
After speaking, he relaxed and walked away with his beer belly.
When delivering meals yesterday, Lin Yinghui seemed to suggest he'd come to the shop today to see if it could reopen.
Aunt Gui arrived at the store early in the morning but didn't see Lin Yinghui. Just as she was getting anxious, the people from the supply and marketing cooperative next door said, "Auntie, didn't you see? Your boss's son was just taken away by the police."
Aunt Gui was surprised, "Who?"
"The one who works at the government office." The people at the supply and marketing cooperative had seen Lin Yinghui. He often stayed at the store during their gatherings.
