Qian grabbed Jia Xiufang's head and walked towards the door. Jia Xiufang curiously turned her head, while the middle-aged woman knelt on the ground, refusing to get up, crying with all her strength.
"My brother has a mental illness; my father passed it down to my brother. When he attacked people, it was a mental episode. Your Honor, you must help us. Please don't convict my brother Liu Changfu. I have elders and children depending on him to make a living. Oh, my great master of justice!"
The last few words were exaggerated and drawn out, shouted like she was performing in an opera.
Jia Xiufang had never seen such a scene. Even though Qian dragged her to the door, she couldn't stop looking back, her propensity to find drama exciting kicking in.
"Comrade, please control your emotions. We are still investigating Comrade Liu Changfu's case, and the evaluation results are not out yet. Can you come to the office to discuss it tomorrow?"
Liao Fugui's advice obviously had no effect.
