"You! How are you not dead?!"
Hearing someone curse Xie Ning and Xiao Gu, Song You'ai and Song Youzhi were instantly fuming.
"You're the one who's dead!" Song Youzhi roared.
"Hah, if even *you're* not dead, how could anything possibly happen to my Ningning?" Song You'ai chimed in.
Even though they had no idea who this woman was, their first instinct was to fire back an insult.
Xie Ning glanced at the woman who had called out her name.
It was a thin, small girl, her face caked with mud and grime, looking incredibly weathered.
Her voice suggested she was about the same age as Xie Ning, but her face was old and coarse...
She was wearing a tattered, blue-and-white-trimmed tracksuit. Looking closely, Xie Ning did find her a bit familiar.
"Shijun? Is that really you, Shijun?"
Just then, several more men and women with messy hair and the appearance of beggars ran out, staring in utter shock at Song Shijun in the crowd.
