"Sister Zijun, sister, let it go, calm down, calm down, don't hit anymore, if you keep hitting, Qiangzi's skin will break!"
"Stop, stop, Sister Zijun, don't hit anymore!"
In the hospital room, Su Qing was trying various ways to mediate the fight, but he didn't step in to stop it, he was just talking! He was having a great time.
After all, opportunities for Qiangzi to get beaten were rare; usually, he couldn't go one-on-one with Du Qiang, and although he suffered a lot, he could only gain some verbal advantage. After all, he was an ordinary person, how could he take on a young and vigorous detective in his twenties? That would just be asking for trouble, wouldn't it?
So at this moment, watching Li Zijun wreak havoc on Du Qiang, he felt particularly relieved, even a bit vindicated. If he'd known earlier, he would have brought snacks and drinks, since who would've thought a hospital room could host a martial arts scene.
