Sang Yu's face didn't really have any injuries, just some scratches on his hands and some bruises on his body, looking as if he had been kicked.
Chuzheng glanced at the group of youths huddled together, eyes dark.
Turning her head, the darkness disappeared.
"Can you get up?"
Sang Yu: "..."
He wasn't that much of a loser.
Just as Sang Yu was about to get up, Chuzheng said again, "You better sit down for now."
Sang Yu: "???"
Chuzheng got up and walked over to the youths, asking slowly under their horrified gazes, "Who started the fight just now?"
Youth: "..."
Nobody spoke, and at this moment, they looked at Chuzheng as if she were a monster.
Chuzheng patiently waited for a moment, and when no one spoke still, she concluded, "Since no one wants to confess, let's do it together then."
Suddenly, a youth pointed at the person next to him, "He... he started it! I didn't do anything."
The accused immediately glared at him angrily.
