Bad Mouth, You Should Be Beaten

Jiang Yingying took a closer look and realized that it was Jiang Xiaoyu! "What is she doing here?"

"Let's leave through the back door." Looking at Jiang Yingying's shocked expression, Yang Xuerong sighed. "I knew you definitely didn't pay attention to these things, so I came to look for you in a hurry."

Jiang Yingying felt a chill in her heart. Rumors were scary.

Although she never felt that marrying Chu Tang was an embarrassing thing, she didn't want to become a topic of conversation for others. Moreover, Jiang Xiaoyu was an unreasonable person and she didn't want to get involved with her too much. It was just that Jiang Yingying didn't expect that Jiang Xiaoyu would have a backup plan at the back door of the school.

The back door of the school was not the main street. There were usually few people and there were dense trees on both sides.

After Yang Xuerong pulled Jiang Yingying out of the back door, they were surrounded by a few men in vests, golden chains, and tattoos.

The man in the lead smiled slyly. "Yingying, long time no see."

Looking at the attire of the group of people in front of them, Yang Xuerong frowned slightly. "Who are you?"

Jiang Yingying took a deep breath. "Jiang Xiaoyu's son, Shen Youzhi."

Shen Youzhi was six years older than Jiang Yingying, but he was ignorant and incompetent. He always got held back, then he finally got accepted into a technical school. This bastard had always had ulterior motives towards Jiang Yingying and had almost succeeded in the past. If her uncle hadn't arrived in time, Jiang Yingying might not have survived that summer. At that time, Jiang Yingying was still a 13-year-old child…

At the thought of this, Jiang Yingying felt disgusted. She subconsciously took a few steps back, but Shen Youzhi was behind her.

"Sister Yingying, you're also studying in Jingdu. Why didn't you ever look for me? If my mother didn't look for me today, I wouldn't have known that we had always been in the same city!" Shen Youzhi sneered and approached Jiang Yingying. "It's been a few years since we last met, but you've become more and more beautiful. You look much prettier than when you were young!"

He smiled lewdly, and Yang Xuerong felt disgusted. She mustered her courage and stood in front of Jiang Yingying. "You're so disgusting!"

"You're so beautiful, but why are you so mean?" Shen Youzhi had a cigarette in his mouth as he raised his hand to signal the others to hold on to Yang Xuerong. Then, he approached Jiang Yingying. "Come over and let me take a good look at you. Your uncle might not be able to save you this time."

Jiang Yingying clenched her fists as she glared at Shen Youzhi. "Don't come over! If you come over, I'll call the police!"

"Oh really? I'm so afraid!" Shen Youzhi smiled evilly and moved closer.

Jiang Yingying kept retreating.

Just as Shen Youzhi was about to approach Jiang Yingying, a sharp dart suddenly pierced into Shen Youzhi's left knee. He knelt on the ground in pain.

Then, with another whoosh, Shen Youzhi's right knee was pierced by a dart.

Shen Youzhi could no longer hold on. He knelt in front of Jiang Yingying.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

The people Shen Youzhi brought hurriedly helped him up. Shen Youzhi cursed and pulled out the dart on his knee. Then, he looked around frantically. "Who is it?! Who dared to stab me?" The dart in his hand was a small silver dart.

Jiang Yingying frowned. She had seen this thing in Chu Tang's drawer before. She had wanted to ask Chu Tang, but on second thought, Chu Tang was blind. Why would he use a dart? It might be a decoration. In order not to bring up Chu Tang's sad past, she didn't ask further.

But why would this dart appear here? And it was even on Shen Youzhi's knee?

"Damn it, come out!" Seeing that no one had appeared, Shen Youzhi thought that the person who stabbed him with the dart was a coward, so he had no scruples. "Coward! Do you want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? Why don't you take a look in the mirror…"

Before Shen Youzhi could finish speaking, a dart pierced into Shen Youzhi's chin again. It was so painful that he let out a wail.

"You have a foul mouth and deserve a beating." A calm young man's voice sounded.

Jiang Yingying looked up and saw a twelve to thirteen-year-old boy in black pushing a wheelchair out from behind the tree. The man in the wheelchair was wearing sunglasses and he looked aloof.

"A blind man and a child are courting death?" The man beside Shen Youzhi sneered. "What should we do?"

Shen Youzhi held his bleeding chin and said sinisterly, "Beat them to death!"

Then, everyone rushed towards Chu Tang like bees.