Su Wan reached out to hold Yaya's hand. Her beautiful face was filled with sincerity, and that kind of sincere gaze was almost unbearable.
Yaya did not quite understand what Su Wan was asking for. She tugged at the corner of Su Wan's clothes, looking uneasy.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
Su Wan did not reply to Yaya. She just reached out to stroke Yaya's head and then stared at those people.
The dozen or so junior high school students looked at each other and looked at Su Wan with some hesitation. In the end, they almost did not dare to look at Su Wan's eyes.
They felt a bad feeling in their hearts.
In fact, they also wanted to stand up for Yaya, but after all, this kind of thing was not good for anyone to hear. Even the victims were afraid of being criticized by others.
Time passed second by second. It was as if there was a big stone pressing on the hearts of the people, causing them to hold their breaths and almost unable to breathe.
