Especially seeing Rong Si behind Su Shengjing, the expression on his face instantly became very complicated.
Song Wanqiu repeatedly confessed not to tell this kid about it for now. But it seems that Su Shengjing has already told him.
Su Shengjing didn't answer, "What happened?"
Speaking of this, Sheng Tianci said angrily: "It's not because of that **** Rongcheng! He plots against Song Wanqiu. When Song Wanqiu resisted, he broke his head with a vase and he was admitted to the hospital."
Su Shengjing frowned, "Seriously hurt?"
"It's very serious, and I'm still unconscious." Sheng Tianci snorted coldly, not at all sympathetic to Rongcheng, thinking he deserved it. It's just that Song Wanqiu is a legitimate defense, but because the injured person is Rong Cheng, things become tricky.
Rong Si took a step forward and asked anxiously, "Where is my mother?"
"She..." Sheng Tianci was a little unspeakable, and he hesitated for several seconds before saying: "She is in the interrogation room. I will ask the police officer to arrange for you to meet."
People from the police station brought a few people to the interrogation room. After opening the door, they saw Song Wanqiu.
She was sitting on the chair in the middle of the interrogation room, her hands were handcuffed, her hair was scattered, her face was red and swollen, and the corners of her mouth were frayed. There was still a trace of bruise, her face was pale as paper, and she was extremely embarrassed.
Seeing Rong Si appearing at the door, her eyes widened in astonishment at first, and then the eye sockets were red, and she said with a trembling voice, "A Si..."
She didn't want him to know about it, but he still knew it.
Rong Si immediately ran towards her, stopped in front of her, looked at her handcuffs in disbelief, tried to maintain his composure and said, "Why?"
Song Wanqiu's eyes were redder, "Mom hurt someone, so..."
Before she finished speaking, Rong Si suddenly shouted angrily, "That person damn!"
Even if his mother killed him, he felt that his mother was right.
After speaking, he turned to the police officer standing aside, "Let my mother go! She is not wrong!"
The police officer looked at him faintly, "If there is anything wrong, we will say nothing, it depends on how the judge decides. Do you know what your mother did? She smashed a man's head with a vase and broke the other's head. He shed a lot of blood. The person was sent to the hospital and rescued, but he hasn't woken up yet."
"If you can't wake up, or if that person suffers from serious sequelae, the judge may convict your mother, and we can't help it."
Rong Si understood, his little face turned pale, and he looked at Song Wanqiu nervously, "I don't want you to go to jail."
Who wants to go to jail?
Song Wanqiu felt bitter in her heart and suddenly felt that she was useless. It was said that she would raise her son anyway, but if she really wants to go to jail, she will break her promise.
At that time, what will A Si do?
Who will take care of him?
Song Wanqiu sniffed, choked and said, "Asi, don't be afraid, isn't your mother still in jail? Maybe you can go out in a few days. Would you like to wait for your mother to come out obediently?"
"Not good." Rong Si grabbed her hand, his eyes flushed, "I want you to take me home now. I don't want my mother to go to jail, I don't want to..."
Seeing the little villain said as he rushed into Song Wanqiu's arms and whimpered in a low voice, his shoulders twitched, Su Jiudi felt as if he were twisted together, very distressed. After wearing the book, I became a small drag oil bottle.