Aside from the shattered coffee table, the smashed TV wall, and the floor, nothing else in the living room was damaged.
"Not only that, I didn't notice any intention from you to intervene, nor did I provide any kind of response, neither affirmation nor denial." Yuri chimed in, "Sun Hang can vouch for me on this point."
"Indeed, you kept advising me to stop, but you didn't take any substantive action to prevent it." Sun Hang nodded, "But then again, both of us are under great suspicion right now, so we can't corroborate each other's claims."
Sun Hang glanced at the TV, the screen frozen on the final scene before the door burst open — "Sun Hang" gripping a hammer handle with both hands, the hammerhead downward, as if grinding bones into powder.
