"It's strange. When I went out today, I was fine. It didn't look like anything would happen. Speaking of which, everyone went out today."

Aunt Chen murmured to herself on the other end of the phone, and doubts came through the phone.

"..."

Shu Yan's eyes darkened, and his mind went to the other extreme uncontrollably.

Just, such a coincidence?

"Okay, I understand. You prepare lunch and I will go back to get it later."

After Shu Yan finished speaking, he hung up the phone, thinking all the time in his mind. Rong Zhi took Ye Li out, something happened to Ye Li, and Rong Zhi provoked her. Was this intentional or just following the trend?

Shu Yan couldn't stay in the company. After thinking about it, he was worried that Yan Ming was alone outside, so he simply called him.

"Dudu..."

The long wait made Shu Yan's heart beat wildly.

Finally, after ringing for half a minute, someone answered the call.

"Hello? Who is this?"

The voice over there was very crisp, but with a bit of coolness, like the rain and dew in the morning, making Shu Yan's hair stand up slightly.

"I am Yan Ming's sister, where is Yan Ming?"

Shu Yan clenched her fists, worry making her voice slightly panicked.

The other end of the phone.

Yan Ming was in a dark house, holding an iron rod in his hand, and smashing it hard at a man whose hands, feet and mouth were bound.

The person who answered the phone was Yan Ming's friend from Nancheng Orphanage.

After hearing Shu Yan's words, he hesitated for two seconds and walked towards Yan Ming, "Brother Ming, your sister's phone number."

The iron rod in Yan Ming's hand was about to be smashed down, but when he heard these words, he quickly stopped his hand.

The iron rod fell with such force that his arm muscles were pulled directly, causing his face to tremble in pain.

The boy's anger disappeared in an instant.

He raised his eyes to look at the mobile phone in the other person's hand, hesitated for a second and quickly took it, walked to the corner, and exhaled in a low voice: "Sister Yan?"

"Xiao Ming, are you okay?"

Shu Yan asked nervously, thinking about the voice of the man just now.

Yan Ming looked back at the man, and then smiled.

"Sister Yan, I'm fine. That's my friend who helped distribute the leaflets. I made fifteen yuan today. I can treat you to a cup of milk tea!"

"..."

Several people in the distance glanced at him, then at the half-dead man at their feet, and fell silent.

Well, it’s indeed a flyer, and it’s indeed fifteen yuan. Whatever Brother Ming says, it’s whatever he says.

They all distribute leaflets.

Yan Ming ignored them, only smiled brightly and said, "Why did sister Yan call me suddenly? Are you worried about me?"

Shu Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that they were handing out leaflets together, and his nervous nerves relaxed slightly, "Yes, I'm a little worried about you."

"Hey, sister Yan is worried about me, I'm very happy."

Yan Ming's glazed eyes flashed through the dark light, and then he turned around and smiled ferociously, lowering his clear voice as if he was schizophrenic.

"Sister Yan, I'm fine. I'll go back when I make some money. Don't worry. I still have some flyers to distribute here, so I have to work first."

"All right."

Shu Yan heard what he meant to chase people away, and responded with some embarrassment, and then said: "Then please pay attention to your safety."

"OK, all right."

Yan Ming hung up the phone and wanted to raise his hand to continue beating these scum for almost staining Ye Li and Rong Zhi, but suddenly he touched his sprained arm and tilted his head.

Arm, injured?