Perhaps because she was too scared, Xia Sitong stumbled and fell. Sang Qianqian quickly bent over to help her up.
The drunkard had already caught up to them in that short time and was tugging at Xia Sitong's clothes.
Xia Sitong shrieked, and Sang Qianqian could only throw the phone at the drunkard's face.
The phone hit the drunkard's eye, and he groaned in pain.
He ignored Xia Sitong and pounced on Sang Qianqian like a madman.
Sang Qianqian couldn't dodge in time and was pounced on by the drunk man, falling heavily to the ground.
Her head hit the leg of the long bench, and she saw stars. Her palm stung as if it had been cut by something sharp.
Xia Sitong's legs were so weak that she almost couldn't stand still. Trembling, she quickly called and cried for help, "Brother Hanyu, I'm downstairs with Sang Qianqian. You... You need to come down quickly..."
"Little b*tch, how dare you to hit me!"
