Bab 239: Chapter 238 Justice Will Not Be Late! Give You a Hand

Detention Center.

Inside the meeting room on the first floor.

As the doors of the temporary detention area swung open, several neatly dressed young men finally walked out.

"Son!"

"My boy!"

"Dear child!"

Three sets of parents cried out as they rushed forward to embrace their sons, holding them tight.

At that moment, their children also became tearful messes.

Young as they were, even just 48 hours in a detention center had put immense pressure on them.

At this moment, they were finally free, so crying was appropriate.

At this moment, fathers were kind, sons were dutiful, mothers were virtuous, and daughters were gentle – everything seemed so beautiful.

"You little shit, get over here!"

But a harsh shout interrupted some people's sentiments.

A scholarly-looking boy was being scolded by Mr. Zhu.

"What are you yelling for, don't scare our son!" Seeing this, Mrs. Zhu immediately yelled back at her husband.