"Lay a finger on that mother and son, and I'll break your damn paws!"
The one who spoke was, of course, Hong Yu.
He had a premonition that Zhou Xing and his mother might be in trouble, so he had rushed all the way here, managing to arrive just in time.
He had arrived just in time to see that Young Master Tang about to molest Zhou Xing's mother, and had immediately spoken out.
It wasn't that Hong Yu was being a busybody.
It was just that in their brief encounter, Zhou Xing had left a deep impression on him. His eyes, so clear and utterly devoid of any impurity, were what Hong Yu remembered most.
Innocent, pure, and kind-hearted.
That was the feeling Zhou Xing gave off. Anyone with a shred of compassion in their heart would not want to see him come to harm.
So, he had acted.
"Who the fuck is talking shit over there?" one of Young Master Tang's lackeys snarled, his eyes glaring as he scanned the crowd.
Young Master Tang's expression was extremely ugly.
