With that shock, both my mother and I took a small step back.
But just before He Youfei's kick, it seemed like I saw something black over his shoulder.
My mother was infuriated, "The Silver Python Cheongsam of the Su Family is never lent out, that's an ironclad rule."
"That rule of your family applies to others, not to me. My sister-in-law has a terminal illness, and without your cheongsam, I'll have no way to explain it to my brother," He Youfei threatened, pausing after each word.
My mother resolutely said, "Last time you came to borrow the cheongsam for your sister-in-law, I told you no! And my answer is still the same."
"Ungrateful," He Youfei said contemptuously.
With the baseball bat in his hand, He Youfei slammed it heavily against the door, "Brothers, go on, smash this door down."
The punk youths around He Youfei started hammering the door with their clubs.
This door certainly has seen its share of disasters.
