"Pretty girl, come hang out with us, will you?"
"You gonna come quietly, or do we have to beat you up first?"
"If you listen, it'll just be a few bruises; if you don't, you'll hurt your face too."
...
Five men spoke with lewd intentions in their eyes as they approached An Yan.
Suddenly, a rush of hurried footsteps sounded.
An Yan turned to look, and it was the girl who had been eating steamed buns across from her.
She furrowed her brows, her voice cold and stern, "Get lost!"
The girl stopped in her tracks, staring at the five menacing men advancing toward her, frozen in fear.
She swallowed hard, "You, you shouldn't bully people!"
The leader, a man with a scarred face, barked, "Scram, this doesn't concern you!"
An Yan's eyes were cold and fierce, "Hurry up and go!"
The girl, quite righteous and brave, stepped beside An Yan, "Let me tell you, if my younger uncle finds out about this, you won't know how you died!"
