The gangsters were dumbfounded. One of them whispered to the man who seemed to be their leader. "Boss, are you sure we aren't getting the wrong person? They said that she's a mute kid. This one is talking smoothly, ain't that right?"
"Do you have the photo?"
"No." He gritted his teeth. "My phone is broken by that damned man ah! The one who didn't say anything and started to beat us up all of a sudden!"
"Boss, we aren't wrong! I am sure!" Another replied. "I have seen her with that man a few times before! She's really Shi Nian! Maybe we received the wrong information…" The man who talked had spiked hair with dumb monkey face. He was none other than Zhou Zhui, the teenager who had once been beaten to pulp by Jiang Jinyan but now, he looked as fit as a fiddle, skin lustrous and spirit formidable.
That day, he had sworn not to find troubles with that madman again.
