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nIt was an alley behind the school, and unlike the hustle and bustle by the front entrance, very few pedestrians passed here.

nUsually there were some delinquents fighting in the area, so students rarely came to this area.

nThis was where Song Jiaren usually chose to solve her problems, so she didn’t feel nervous here at all.

nHowever, she didn’t expect that after waiting here for a while, several men would appear in front of her.

n“Are you Song Tianqin’s daughter?” The leader, a man with droopy eyes, looked at her with ill intentions in his eyes.

n“Who are you?” Seeing these tall men, Song Jiaren felt nervous. She continued asking vigilantly, “What do you want?!” She questioned them while carefully looking around, trying to look for an escape.

n“Not much. I just wanted to talk to you,” The man smiled grotesquely, and those next to him also smiling.

nSong Jiaren’s heart felt heavier after seeing their smiles.

nIf they dared to touch her after knowing who her father was, that meant this wasn’t an easy fix.

n“If you do anything to me, my father will make you pay!” she shouted at them. Although she had learned some fighting skills, she was still a girl, and it would not be easy to deal with these men.

n“Then ask your dad to come get us!” the man taunted, waving his hand, after which the people next to him immediately surrounded him.

nSong Jiaren decisively turned back and ran away.

n“Get her!”

nSong Jiaren’s face paled when she heard footsteps coming behind her.

nHer large figure made her movements difficult, so they caught up to her in just a little while.

n“Stupid fatty, why don’t you run?” The leader grinned maliciously, adding, “Just be good, we’ll treat you well…”

n“Aaahhh!”

nA voice sounded from behind them and a figure rushed out, waving a stick.

n“Jia Jia, run!” Yang Xuan shouted as he waved the stick randomly.

n“Hell, where did this kid come from? Get him!” the leader yelled, his face darkening.

n“Yes!”

nThe others shouted as they rushed toward Yang Xuan.

n“No!” Song Jiaren widened her eyes and looked at the scene in horror. She wanted to rush over but was stopped.

n“I’m warning you; I’ve already called the police! They will be here in less than two minutes!” Yang Xuan shouted, still waving the stick to block their movements.

n“What’s with this kid?! Trying to be a hero?! Beat him!” the boss ordered.

nThe others rushed up, taking away Yang Xuan’s stick and punching him a few times.

n“Argh!”

nYang Xuan was beaten black and blue, screaming again and again, but he still desperately tried to make Song Jiaren leave.

n“Jia Jia, run!”

nSong Jiaren’s eyes could have burst from anger, but she didn’t know what to do.

nWhile she was conflicted, the sound of police sirens rang, coming closer and closer.

n“Damn! This kid really called the police!” the leader yelled, “You’re pretty fierce!”

nShaking his head, he waved his hand, “Let’s go!”

nThe other men acted decisively, quickly departing the scene.

nSeeing them leave, Song Jiaren’s beating heart finally calmed down.

nLooking at Yang Xuan, who was on the ground, she immediately rushed over to help him. “How are you? Are you okay?”

n“I’m okay,” Yang Xuan, who was bruised and swollen, said while looking worried. “Are you okay? They didn’t hit you, did they?”

n“I’m fine,” Song Jiaren shook her head. “Why are you acting so stupid?”

n“I asked to meet you here. I didn’t think this would happen,” Yang Xuan said while looking resigned, “But I had to protect you!”

nThe words made Song Jiaren’s heart beat fast again.

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