"Uncle Tony?"
After she saw who was lying on the ground, Shania was stunned.
When he heard Shania call him that way, Twain's agitation finally eased. He no longer struggled. He just laid on the ground with a crooked smile on his face.
"Judy, you know him!?" Her surrounding female companions were very surprised. How could this unkempt looking man know Shania?
Shania nodded. "He was the one who sent me the Totoro toy." Next, she said to the security guards, "Please let him go, he's here for me."
Twain really had not expected that the young girl could actually speak Italian. Shania seemed to have a talent for languages.
"Mr. Twain!" A man's voice rang out behind the security guards. This time, it was Shania's agent, Terry Fasal, a boorish-looking but mindful and meticulous middle-aged man. He recognized Twain because of Shania. "What are you doing here?" He was a little shocked to see Twain pressed on the ground by a group of security guards.
