But if personal safety is threatened at close range, then it's a completely different matter.
Under violence, social rules become useless.
"Get lost!"
Li Zhiyan kicked Wang Zhi's hand hard. Wang Zhi, wincing in pain, felt as if his hand had been smashed by a brick.
"Aunt Lai, call the police!"
Seeing Lai Feifei pick up her phone to call the police, Wang Zhi and the other two tattooed men instantly chickened out.
"Kid, just you wait—this isn't over!"
"And you, Lai Feifei, your brother's debt is naturally your responsibility to pay! That's the way things work!"
After the three men ran off in a rather sorry state, Lai Feifei finally put down her phone.
"Zaizai, you scared me to death. If it weren't for you, they might really have taken advantage of me."
With eyes brimming with tenderness, Lai Feifei looked at Li Zhiyan. As she spoke, she threw her arms around him in a tight Lai-style embrace.
