The voice of Chen Yuge came thoughtfully from the other end of the phone, as if recalling yesterday's events.
"I remember now, the old lady kept mentioning a name, it sounded like a reduplication, Mengmeng or Mingming, she had a Rizhao accent so I didn't hear it clearly.
The old lady repeated it seven or eight times behind the woman, 'Mingming (you) need to look after her, that child bought such flashy trousers, and even wears red lipstick, don't you take it lightly, huh? Every night there is a young man who escorts her home, you pretend not to see it, right?'
That's all I can recall, as for the woman's injuries, she didn't ask, but Wang Wenjing's injuries are a bit strange; they don't seem to be caused by an electric scooter. I feel more like they were caused by something like a stick."
"Hit by something? Like a hollow-out imprints from a beating?"
Chen Yuge across the line replied with a laugh: