Leaving the small house, An Nuoc Han walked straight ahead, his footsteps were very fast, crossed the small road, went straight through the sea of people in the hall, passed a small bridge.
Mat Mo kept following him, walking until he couldn't breathe anymore, although he ran slowly, he still tried to keep up with his footsteps.
As she passed the training ground, she saw a man named Jack. He was sitting with his friends at the football field, smoking on one side and laughing on the other, a very pompous laugh. An Nuoc Han suddenly stopped, he clenched his fists and looked straight at Jack sitting in the football field, then he let go of his hand and continued to walk forward.
Who would have thought that when he was only a few steps away, Jack also saw him, scornfully, pouting, turning away to say a few words to his friends, who began to whistle sarcastically.
