Li Ninghua was held by two strong men on either side, trying to send him to the police station. He struggled and said, "Shut up! Don't listen to her nonsense. It's that man who hit me. Do you know who he is? He's Jiang Xingye, the small-time criminal from seven years ago!"
Everyone looked at Jiang Xingye. The case from seven years ago caused a sensation and is still often mentioned by parents educating their children, "Do you want to become a petty criminal like Jiang Xingye?"
Jiang Xingye stood calmly, expressionless, as if he was not the one being accused and criticized.
Only he knew that at this moment, he truly felt a world-shattering resentment in his heart.
If it were just him, it wouldn't matter, but he didn't want Xu Qinghuan to be implicated, scorned like him.
He was about to step aside to shield Xu Qinghuan, but she had already stepped forward, standing in front of Jiang Xingye. Under everyone's watchful eyes, she grabbed his sleeve tightly and faced the crowd calmly.
