Something happened the next evening. Lin Jiang was talking and joking around with Meng Yao Yao when suddenly, they were stopped by a group of people.
Ji Liao was the first to be alerted and immediately touched his phone, wanting to make a call. But he was seen by the yellow-haired leader who hit it with a long stick, making the phone drop to the ground with a clatter.
Ji Liao's heart trembled. He had always been a good student and had never seen this type of confrontation. There were more than seven or eight people; all of them had dyed hair and didn't look mainstream or the types to be provoked.
"What's happening?" Meng Yao Yao was frightened and asked Lin Jiang softly.
