One hand holding her helmet, Su Jin edited her text with her other. When she had finished, she got off the bike and pressed play.
"Dear nephew, I'd love to help you—if you call me Aunt Jin."
It was only then Yu Haiyang noticed Su Jin's presence. As she wore a matching black tracksuit, it made her blend in with the rest of the darkness in the night. Not to mention how she had been still, hardly making any noise.
Yu Haiyang bent over, his hand gripping where they'd kicked him. He struggled to stand up, wiping the blood on his mouth with the back of his hand. "What are you doing? Get out of here now!" He didn't need her rubbing salt on his wound for what was coming next.
Su Jin caught his disappointment and despair, and she typed, "I'm not apathetic, my dear nephew, and I wasn't joking either. If you call me Aunt Jin, I'll give you a hand, and we'll be out of here in no time."
