The five or six cronies stepped forward and seized Yan Huan.
Wang Jiu took several fierce drags on his cigarette, flicked the butt onto the ground, undid the buttons of his shirt, and walked toward the struggling Yan Huan.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Fucking you!"
In panic and unsure what to do, Yan Huan suddenly heard an elongated tone, nonchalant, drifting from not too far away, "Why don't you try to mess with someone? Who said you only got beaten by women today? Here comes your Master Cheng to beat you up too."
Upon hearing this voice, Yan Huan's gaze swiftly turned toward the direction it came from. She saw Cheng Yue still posing on his bicycle, with a military backpack slung around his neck, the very picture of a rascal.
Following beside him were Li Zhi, along with a boy wearing glasses whom she did not recognize.
