In the dim alleyway, a dead end lay ahead, and behind, the entrance to the alley had been blocked by a dozen people.
Tang Yuran stood rooted to the spot, her hands involuntarily clenched together, drenched in sweat.
She carefully edged towards Qin Yiyi's direction, then whispered, "Tell me... can you really take on so many people by yourself?"
Qin Yiyi frowned, pondered for a moment, and then replied in a low voice, "No."
"What do we do then?" Tang Yuran's heart instantly felt cold.
"Call the police."
"My phone's in my backpack, and the backpack's in that guy's hands..." Tang Yuran felt an urge to cry but had no tears, vowing never again to keep her phone in her backpack.
Those test papers and textbooks, if they wanted to steal them, they could just go ahead.
"Tsk, I didn't bring my phone, what should we do??" Qin Yiyi grabbed Tang Yuran's arm, pulled her whole body behind her, and shielded her.
"Stop discussing, neither of you is getting away today."
