Qiao Xiyan answered the phone. It turned out that the police station hadn’t found Tang Jingci, so they contacted him and hoped that they could go to the station. The other party wanted to reconcile in private.

“Reconcile?” Qiao Xiyan picked up the electric teapot and boiled some water. He stared at the cold water boiling, but his mood was unusually calm.

“The other party is disabled, and the incident has already attracted widespread attention in society.”

“So?”

The police officers were also in a difficult position. Early in the morning, a group of people had gathered in the police station. Most of them were disabled, so they couldn’t touch them, and it was difficult to communicate with them. This matter even alarmed reporters.

“The other party hopes to talk to you face to face and settle the matter in private.”

“He’s physically disabled, not mentally disabled, right? Doesn’t he know the consequences of doing this?” Qiao Xiyan was unwilling to accept reconciliation.

“You heard what happened last night. You probably still find Jiang Ershao’s encounter a little laughable.

“But if it was Tang Jingci, would you still be able to laugh? Now, I just want to lock him up for a few days. As for what he did, I could sue him for stalking.

“I haven’t calculated the compensation for the car with him yet. Tell me. How are we going to settle this?”

The police officers knew very well that Qiao Xiyan had indeed been lenient. They didn’t pursue compensation or prosecution. They just wanted to lock him up for a few days to teach him a lesson. At the very least, they wanted to wait until the design exhibition ended.

If he was released now, it was hard to guarantee that nothing would happen again. Their worries were reasonable.

But the other party refused to give in and insisted on taking him away, making things difficult for them.

“Why don’t you come over?” The police officer was also very helpless.

“I’ll get my lawyer to go over.”

The police officer hung up and sighed. There was no way to talk about this.

Half an hour later, the Duan Group’s legal team arrived at the police station. They were in the wrong to begin with, and the evidence was conclusive. The man had also confessed. Everyone had seen how bad the painting incident was at the time, so they talked for the entire morning before finally detaining him.

The painting incident had already attracted the attention of all parties. After the suspect was arrested, the major media outlets followed up with reports.

This person was disabled to begin with, and he had already attracted enough attention, yet the media still insisted on digging deeper.

They found a Weibo post.

[I’ve already tried my best to communicate with them, but I still disappointed the children in the end.]

At this moment, many people also interviewed the suspect’s relatives. They said that he was angry because they didn’t agree to the art exhibition. In a fit, he had made a mistake, and they hoped he could be forgiven.

They were a vulnerable group to begin with. Coupled with the fact that Tang Jingci’s side had indeed behaved domineeringly, a different sound soon appeared in the originally normal public opinion.

“Be lenient wherever possible. Why hold on to it?”

“He’s already very pitiful. Wouldn’t it be easy for them to play him to death?”

“That’s right. Let him go. He did it for the children.”

…

Song Fengwan browsed the news online and didn’t take it to heart. Although there were different voices, most people were still on their side.

They felt that people should be punished for their crimes and not be spared just because they had a disability.

However, people still found out that Tang Jingci had refused to provide floor space for the disabled children’s paintings.

People said that they were too cold-blooded and specially came back to make money, so the voices of doubt in this aspect became louder and louder.

A reporter immediately contacted the person who posted the Weibo post. It was the girl in the wheelchair.

“… Why do you think the other party rejected you?”

“Our visit was very sudden to begin with, and it was unreasonable of us to make such a request to them. It’s normal to be rejected, but…”

“What?” the reporter asked.

“The children are sad. They all like Master Joe a lot, but the tickets are too expensive, and we can’t afford them.”

…

The interview was very long. Later, she called on everyone to care more about people with disabilities.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with her interview about this matter alone, but it always made people feel uncomfortable.

Song Fengwan stared at her Weibo and silently unfollowed her.

She spoke gently, but her every word had thorns, making people want to dig deeper.

***

Beijing University…

It was almost the end of term, and Fu Chen was out of town. Over the past two days, apart from staying with Tang Jingci, Song Fengwan had been in the library. She was wearing earphones and thinking about design drawings.