Wang Shuixin put down the phone and with a cold face said, “Report it to the police!”, and with a pause, “You don’t have to care about it! Go out!”
“Yes,” the secretary left upon hearing this.
Wang Shuixin flipped open his telephone book and called a number, “Hello, Superintendent Song. I’m Old Wang. My son got beaten up. Please send the police!”
……
Recording studio.
Zhang Ye had finished recording two episodes.
The audience was paying full attention. Sometimes they bent over laughing, while sometimes they applauded.
At this moment, the door to the recording studio was pushed open. A few policemen came in!
“What are you doing?”