The train attendant standing nearby with a loudspeaker was completely stupefied.
It's all over, he's certainly going to lose his job now!
Song Yitang fell down and winced in pain, feeling a piercing agony in her waist whenever she moved.
The boy flashed an evil grin, "Die, bitch!"
Finally, in the last moment, Uncle Old Lang made a swift move forward, grabbing Song Yitang and pulling her outward. Fortunately, the two of them escaped beyond the yellow line, narrowly avoiding being swept away by the blast of air.
"You little bastard, I'll throw you onto the tracks and have you crushed to death today!"
As soon as Xiao Si and Old Lang got off the train, they witnessed the scene, and it felt as though their hearts were being wrenched.
Xiao Si kicked the boy, sending him flying three to four meters away. The boy lay on the ground, rolling and crying out in pain.
"Are you okay?"
Song Yitang, still shaken, looked back at the spot where she had fallen, "No, I've hurt my waist..."
