The female shopkeeper was like a reservoir about to overflow, finally having its valve opened, and all her grievances poured out, "He's a pervert. He likes to hit me, and even though we're already divorced, he still won't leave me alone. He's like a vine wrapping around me, making it hard to breathe. If it weren't for my baby, I don't think I could hold on any longer."
The woman knelt on the ground, holding her child and crying uncontrollably. The little girl reached out her soft, tender hand to gently wipe away her mother's tears, sensibly beyond her years.
"In situations like this, you can totally call the police and have them arrest him." Xu Ke handed a tissue to the woman and said.
"It's useless. I've tried. It's useless. Without evidence, the police won't arrest him. It's just a routine questioning." The female shopkeeper said with a choked voice, shaking her head desperately.
