When he heard his name, Wang Zichen suddenly became nervous. He couldn't care less about Uncle Qiao and his mother now. He couldn't even protect himself.
Wang Zichen was not stupid. He knew that he was already sixteen years old and could bear full criminal responsibility. He had indeed hit Li Yongqiang with a brick and he did not know how his injuries were, but Li Yongqiang was still lying in the hospital.
Wang Li looked at Qiao Yuan and said, "Wang Zichen is suspected of intentional injury. He attacked a youth's head with a brick. There's a record on the surveillance footage."
Hearing the words 'intentional injury,' Wang Zichen's heart instantly turned cold.
Qiao Yuan, on the other hand, did not panic at all. He sat steadily on the chair and asked, "What's the motive? I don't believe that a person would pick up a brick and hit someone's head for no reason, especially when the person is sober and not even eighteen years old."
