Just as this thought flashed across Pei Yao's mind, she saw the old man lying on the ground squirming like a worm and screaming.
"Murder! Help! Boohoo! Murder!"
His cries were like those of a pig being butchered. They were full of energy, spreading far and wide.
Hearing his incomparably loud and bright voice, Chi Jiao could completely confirm that this old man was fine.
Pei Yao stepped forward and grabbed the old man's collar, dragging him in front of her. "Shut up, or I'll beat you up again!"
This old man was definitely up to no good.
There was no need for her to treat him like an elder.
The old man watched as Pei Yao raised her fist at him. His eyes trembled in fear and he immediately stopped shouting.
Chi Jiao walked forward and sized up the old man. "Why were you following us?"
The old man turned his gaze to her.
