Fu Zhi took a look at the security guard in the airport. Then, she waved her hand at him without any hesitation and said in a foreign language, enunciating every word that escaped from her lips, "This man over here is trying to molest an underage girl. He's simply a scumbag. I'm a stranger in a strange place and I'm so weak that I can't even truss up a chicken. Please take him away and protect me."
Jiang Zong was so stunned that he did not know what to say.
'The hell? You're so weak that you can't even truss up a chicken? Have you forgotten who punched me in the face?'
Gritting his teeth in exasperation, he grabbed the back of Fu Zhi's collar and pulled her back to his side.
It was almost 6 p.m. The westbound sun was warm and looked like an egg yolk in the sky. It cast a warm light on Fu Zhi's face, dyeing her eyelashes gold and effectively accentuating her beauty.
