No, Shen Mianmian couldn’t hit her, but she could hit Shen Mianmian!
Anyway, Shen Mianmian didn’t know.
Suddenly realizing this, Zhou Siyu hurried to the doorway and called out, "Shen Mianmian, come back."
Shen Mianmian seemed not to hear, showing no sign of stopping her footsteps. Zhou Siyu stamped her foot in frustration but didn’t give chase.
Of course, Shen Mianmian had heard Zhou Siyu calling her. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Zhou Siyu calling her meant no good; only a fool would go back.
Speaking of which, slapping Zhou Siyu just now had been incredibly satisfying—it had even left her hand tingling.
She had wanted to slap her for a long time.
But what was Zhou Siyu’s purpose in giving her that thing?
She could hardly have done it just to make her slap herself, could she?
And where had Zhou Siyu gotten that thing from?
Even though she didn’t know what it was, based on Zhou Siyu’s behavior just now, it was probably something that only those with sinister intentions would use.
How could Zhou Siyu, a student, possess such a thing?
As Shen Mianmian walked and pondered, her mind suddenly went blank. In an instant, she stopped in her tracks, her body tensing.
Zhou Siyu was a student; indeed, she shouldn’t be able to get her hands on such things and wouldn’t have the money to buy them, but... Xu Haiyang did!
He hadn’t taken any action since Lu Siyuan beat him up last time, but now he suddenly had Zhou Siyu give her these...
Having lived twice, and heard too much, Shen Mianmian’s guard was particularly strong; she was no longer a naive fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl.
With this thought, her face paled, and when she lifted her eyes again, she realized that she had walked to the outskirts of the village and into a small grove of trees.
She glanced instinctively toward the grove and nearly jumped out of her skin. Peeking from behind a rather thick tree was a piece of clothing, clearly revealing the presence of someone behind it.
Before she could see who it was, Shen Mianmian turned and sprinted back towards the village.
Xu Haiyang hadn’t expected her to run back suddenly. Swearing under his breath, he shouted, "Damn it, what are you waiting for? Chase her, quick!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two men darted out from behind other trees, joining him in pursuit of Shen Mianmian. Latest content publıshed on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
One of the men, over one meter eighty with a long stride, was the fastest and quickly caught up with Shen Mianmian. He grabbed the hood of her clothing, lifted Shen Mianmian off the ground effortlessly.
Shen Mianmian’s face turned red from the pressure on her collar, and she tried to scream for help, but no sound came from her throat.
At that moment, she desperately hoped someone passing by would see what was happening and come to her rescue. But on a Sunday morning, few people were out. It was cold, and students were sleeping in while adults, not needed to prepare breakfast, wouldn’t rise early either.
Plus, with the fog, visibility was only a dozen meters or so, and people farther away couldn’t see what was happening here.
Xu Haiyang and Gouzi arrived; Gouzi cursed, "Little girl, you have legs as short as stumps but run like a rabbit."
The tall man asked, "What do we do now?"
Catching his breath, Xu Haiyang wondered why the girl was so quiet, not even calling for help; then, stepping in front of her, he noticed Shen Mianmian kicking wildly, her face beet red, nearly suffocating.
He quickly slapped the man’s arm, "Let go quickly, do you want to strangle her?"
At his words, the man set Shen Mianmian down on the ground. She was so light, like holding a small chicken, that he hadn’t felt any pressure and hadn’t realized he was almost strangling her.