The large group of people who had just rushed over surged for a moment and then all stopped.
"Shh, my dad's on the phone." Mao Zhitong gestured to his surroundings as he spoke loudly. Everyone understood that Mao Zhitong's father had called him. He could not let his father know about the fight. No parent would like their son to be outside fighting every day.
"You're quite lucky. I'll let you be awesome for a little longer," Mao Zhitong glanced at Jiang Tong and grinned. He did not know that this was not luck, but something that should have happened. After saying that to Jiang Tong, he picked up the phone. "Dad," he said.
