Nangong Tianxiang looked at Ye Hao in terror, but she moved closer to Zheng Guang.
The truth was, there was too much blood on Ye Hao's face, and his clothes were splattered with blood too. Plus, he was holding a clamp, pliers, needle, and thread...
No matter what, Zheng Guang could speak Huaxia language, which made her feel a sense of dependency.
Outside the restroom, Yao Xueling didn't hear Nangong Tianxiang's scream, the chatting noises from the football field were just too loud.
Zheng Guang looked at Nangong Tianxiang and said, "Don't worry, we're not bad people..."
"Let me go, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything, I'll leave right away, okay?" Nangong Tianxiang kept pleading, hoping the bald man wouldn't do anything to her, and hoping Ye Hao wouldn't kill her.
The reason she pleaded with Zheng Guang was because he looked kind and elderly, and she thought maybe Zheng Guang was someone who could be talked to, so she pleaded with him.
