Realizing the danger, Lu Wei turned around and wanted to run away, but suddenly his feet seemed to have roots and he couldn't move at all.
He secretly looked back and saw Su Jian hooking the hat of the hoodie with a stick, and the sharp wooden thorn was pointed at the aorta in his neck.
"Want to run? There's no way."
After kicking Lu Wei, he knelt on the ground and said, "Hero, spare your life!"
"Pfft~"
Su Jian sneered, "What do you call a good man? Call him big brother!"
"Brother, please forgive me!"
"Are you still harassing Zhao Jing?"
"No, not anymore."
"What if you regret it?"
"I won't die well."
"Who doesn't deserve a good death?"
"I, I don't have a good chance to die. I'll be struck by lightning."
"Lu Wei?"
Lu Wei was suddenly stunned. He didn't understand why Su Jian suddenly called his name.
"arrive!"
"Where do you live? What are your parents' names? What kind of work do you do? Tell me quickly!"
"Brother, can I ask? Why are you saying this?"
"Where does all this nonsense come from? Come on, tell me."
"Me, my family is in Huangshi, my father Lu Deming, my mother Cui Li..."
"Go away! If you let me see you harassing my sister again, I will break your legs directly. If you don't believe me, try it."
Zhao Jing was not hiding in the iron bucket at all. How could she feel at ease and enjoy the protection of the students? She knew that she was capable, but she had to face six or seven burly men. How could she not be worried?
Now the big men are running around with their heads in their hands, and the students are carrying sticks, not knowing what to think.
In fact, Su Jian was releasing supernatural powers, and the three-dimensional map of the entire neighborhood appeared vividly in front of her eyes.
She remembered that Guy had said that he had a branch office near the university and that he would stop by tomorrow. Who could guarantee that Lu Wei would be honest and not retaliate against Zhao Jing?
"Xiao Jian, are you okay?"
"It's okay, Teacher Zhao, let's go."
Back at the hotel, Zhao Jing was still frightened.
"Xiao Jian, it's all my fault."
"What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Jing didn't know what was wrong with her. She did her job and didn't provoke anyone. It was just bad luck that she was targeted by gangsters.
"This kind of people must be eradicated."
"Ah? What do you want to do?" Zhao Jing was afraid of her impulsiveness and stared at her nervously.
"Don't worry, everything I do is within the legal scope. Teacher, I am a good student taught by you."
"You are so poor, I am ashamed to be your teacher."
"Once a teacher, always a teacher, Ms. Zhao Jing, don't refuse."
She took her cell phone to Zhao Jing and said, "It's already dawn over there. You can call your uncle and aunt."
"Ah? Little Jane!"
Zhao Jing looked at her in disbelief, with tears filling her eyes.
"Stop crying, call your uncle and aunt quickly. You will go back in nine months. Tell them not to miss you."
Zhao Jing pressed the phone number with trembling hands. She woke up from her dream countless times and the tears on her face were cold to the touch.
She misses her parents and her younger brother, but what can she do? Overseas phone calls are very expensive, and the cost of a single call is her parents' weekly allowance.
The bell rang, once, twice, three times...
"Hello? Who is it?" Her father's voice came from the other end, and Zhao Jing could no longer hold back her tears.
"dad!"
"Xiao Jing?"
Father Zhao excitedly greeted Mother Zhao who was cooking in the kitchen.
"Come on, come on, Xiaojing is calling."
"Who is who?"
Mother Zhao came over in a panic, holding a bright kitchen knife in her hand.
"Hey, you are so busy, put the knife down quickly, who do you want to kill?"
Mother Zhao rolled her eyes at him angrily and snatched the microphone away.
Before he said a word, tears fell down, "Jing, my mother's heart..."