"Today I took Yanyan to school, she took a car to the company, and I took a cab here." Speaking of this, Gu Jingkui felt very helpless; Yanyan was still angry.
But there was nothing he could do, he had to co over.
Lan Yazhen pointed to the road, directing the driver to Xiaang Zheng’s house. Half an hour later, the two appeared in an old, rundown neighborhood. Xiaang Zheng lived on the sixth floor, without an elevator, so they had to climb up the narrow, dark stairs.
It was Gu Jingkui’s first ti walking in such a place, while Lan Yazhen seed familiar, probably having been there often, which made him a bit uncomfortable. But this was the girl he liked; he couldn’t bla her. She had never shown any affection for him; he did all this voluntarily.
Not yet at the sixth floor, they heard noises from above. Lan Yazhen’s face turned pale, and she started running faster. Gu Jingkui hurriedly followed.
Xiaang Zheng’s house door was open, and the sounds of smashing and hitting ca from inside. Perhaps because Gu Jingkui was there, Lan Yazhen gathered courage, hurried inside with her bag, and Gu Jingkui didn’t have ti to stop her.
The things inside the room were all smashed; a woman in her late thirties, nearing forty, sat in a wheelchair, her sowhat aged face full of worry and helplessness. This was Xiaang Zheng’s mother, Chen Yun.
Due to her leg problems, despite her anger, she could only watch as these punks trashed the place. You could tell from her trembling lips that she was furious.
"Aunt Chen, how are you?" Lan Yazhen hurried over and shouted at the punks, "Who are you, wrecking soone’s ho like this? This is a private residence, do you know you’re breaking the law?"
"Yazhen, why did you co?" Chen Yun held Lan Yazhen’s hand, "I don’t know why these people barged in and started smashing things. Xiaang isn’t here; they said Xiaang owes them money. The things at ho aren’t worth much, so they just smashed them."
"Xiaang Zheng didn’t go to school; Aunt, do you know where he is?"
Chen Yun’s eyes flickered, then she shook her head, "I don’t know."
She thought Lan Yazhen was a bit foolish; couldn’t she see these people were looking for trouble with Xiaang Zheng? At this mont, how could she reveal Xiaang Zheng’s whereabouts? Hearing that Xiaang Zheng wasn’t at school, she actually felt relieved.
Lan Yazhen didn’t notice and shouted at the punks, "I warn you to leave here imdiately, or I’ll call the police!"
"Little girl, who are you to Xiaang Zheng? Why are you ddling here? Oh, I get it, you’re Xiaang Zheng’s girl. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be so worried about him?"
"Boys, Xiaang Zheng’s girl is here. Can’t touch a cripple, but if we take Xiaang Zheng’s girl, that kid will pay up for sure."
The punks stopped smashing things and started walking towards Lan Yazhen, their smiles nacing, scaring her pale, and she instinctively called out, "Brother Gu."
Gu Jingkui couldn’t stand seeing Lan Yazhen bullied, so he stepped in front of the punks, his face dark as he said, "If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave imdiately, she’s not soone you can ss with."
"Kid, step aside."
Of course, Gu Jingkui didn’t move. Not only did he not move, but he also made a move himself.
Lan Yazhen didn’t expect Gu Jingkui to fight the punks, even less did she expect that after landing the first punch on one of them, he took the rest of the beating. The punks used tables, chairs, and anything movable to hit Gu Jingkui.
"Beat him hard, break this kid’s legs, how dare he ddle in our business."
Lan Yazhen was terrified. She wanted to help but was too scared to move by one of the punks’ looks. The grunts from Gu Jingkui ca to her ears, and she couldn’t help but cry.
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