Any time a riot can result in a tragedy.
Instinctively, the encroaching officers unknowingly retreated two steps.
"Miss Han Feifei, intentional injury can be sentenced to at most several years, don't think so rashly," the officer advised. However, the authority in his eyes remained unchanged. He stared fixedly at the woman.
"Yes, Miss Han, don't do anything foolish. You still have your youth ahead. Once you are out, you can still enjoy riches and honor." Uncle Ye also chimed in with a hypocritical attempt to console, his eyes slyly darting around. Now was not the time for her to die. Hmph! Dying like this would be too easy for her.
"Hahaha, hahaha..." Han Feifei suddenly burst into mad laughter, just as the piercing laughter hadn't dissipated, she abruptly stopped and roared in some despair, "Several years, several years, can that time be easily spent? Tell me, who has served several years in prison?! Ah! Would I still have youth then, I'm a star... why must I be ruined?! Why—"
