Zhao Zhuangshi returned at eight o'clock the next morning.
After getting bandaged up at the health clinic the previous night, Liu Jianjun had already questioned him. Indeed, as Su Yuncheng had said, because Zhao Zhuangshi was also involved in the case and had acted bravely, Liu Jianjun didn't feel at ease letting him travel alone at night, so he had him stay at the health clinic for a good night's sleep.
He had slept beautifully and, after having breakfast at the health clinic, leisurely strolled back home.
"Mom, I'm back!"
As Zhao Zhuangshi stepped into his home, he had barely steadied himself when he was startled by Widow Zhao's shrieking.
"My son! What happened to your face? Who did you fight with?"
Widow Zhao had originally come out to see her son upon hearing some noise, but when she looked at him, well, his face was colorful and even stained with violet medicinal liquid!
