"If something happens to Comrade Wang Huiwen, can you and I bear the consequences?"
Director Yuan's expression was grim. She looked at Xia Zhaoyun and the other girls in the dorm. "So, what do you want to do?"
Xia Zhaoyun didn't back down an inch. "Call the police. Let the comrades from the bureau handle it."
Director Yuan grunted. "Fine. Handle it yourselves, and you can bear the consequences yourselves, too."
As she spoke, she glanced at Wang Huiwen, who was crying so hard she was about to pass out. Lips pressed tightly together, she turned and left, shooting a subtle glare at Jie Xiaoqin on her way out.
Xia Zhaoyun dispersed the crowd, then said quietly to Troupe Leader Xue, "Leader, we'll call the police discreetly. We'll have comrades from the bureau come in plainclothes to investigate. We'll try to identify the culprit while minimizing the impact."
