While you were talking, five young punks with dyed hair suddenly emerged from a nearby alley. They hadn't seen you and quickly surrounded the old lady's electric tricycle.
"Old woman, get down!"
One of the punks tapped the tricycle with the iron rod he was holding.
"These scumbags!"
Xian Qianling despised evil, her expression changed instantly, and she lifted her leg ready to rush forward, but you reached out, grabbed her arm, and shook your head slightly with a smile, saying, "Just watch quietly."
Knowing your temperament well, Xian Qianling also stopped and frowned as she looked towards the other side of the bridge.
"Ah, how strange, why can't the DV capture the old lady?" Zhang Zhaoyuan exclaimed in surprise.
You patted his shoulder, still smiling, and said, "A camera is just an inanimate object, if you really want to capture a glorious youth, you should use your eyes to see the truth."
With that, you smeared something on both Zhang Zhaoyuan's and Qi Gaojie's eyes.
