The older man whose hand I had grasped struggled forcefully a couple of times, but seeing that he couldn't break free, his face turned red with anger. Meanwhile, the woman sitting on the ground began to make a scene: "Ouch, he's hitting people, he's hitting people!"
As onlookers began to gather, the woman grew more vociferous: "This is outrageous! This girl doesn't recognize her parents, and her lover even wants to hit us. We've toiled so hard to raise her, without a bit of gratitude, and now we have to endure a beating too!"
I felt a headache coming on, but I still released the man's hand and then pulled Qian Zhirou behind me in one swift move.
There were already people getting out their phones to record the scene. I scanned the surrounding crowd with an icy glare and shouted, "What are you doing during work hours? Do you think you're paid too much?"
