
One hand holding his helmet, Su Jin edited the text with the other hand. When he finished, he got off the bike and pressed the play button.
“My dear niece, I want to help you—if you call me Aunt Jin.”
Only then did Yu Haiyang realize Su Jin's presence. As he wore matching black sportswear, it made him blend in with the darkness of the other night. Not to mention how he was silent, barely making a sound.
Yu Haiyang bowed, his hands clutching where they kicked him. He struggled to stand up, wiping the blood in 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 would happen next.
Su Jin caught his disappointment and despair, and he typed, "I am not apathetic, my dear nephew, and I am not kidding either. If you call me Aunt Jin, I'll help you, and we'll be out of here soon.”
Yu Haiyang paused for a moment to study his tiny body—angin could fly it—and there was no sign proving that he was reliable. If he were, the world would be in chaos. "Didn't you hear what I said? Get out of here. Now!"
A faint smile fell on the corner of his lips. Almost too relaxed, he put in his answer before playing it out loud. “Come, Son. Trust your aunt. Why don't you be nice and listen to me so we can leave this place together?”
When some bikers saw another person standing beside Yu Haiyang, they walked over, laughed and played jotos. “I, oh, I. Our Master Yu is indeed popular. With one chick missing, she now has another one with her. ”
“How lucky the man is. Come on, boys, before the cops turn around. It's not easy fooling them to go.”
The realization hit Su Jin—he did hear sirens roaring, but the police never came. It was the bikers who made them think it was a false alarm.
As they circled Yu Haiyang, the man in the lead ordered, “You. First."
Another man nodded, his brutal face changed. He raised his dagger and swung it, aiming at his ankle.
"Stop!" The robot's voice came from the phone.
Su Jin shook his head, his fingers flying over his phone quickly. "No, of course not. I have a short question. ” As the text-to-speech ended, she raised the corner of her lips, showing off her charming smile on her goddess-like face.
Confused and fascinated, the man kept asking, “What's the matter?”
Su Jin took his time, walking leisurely until he stood beside Yu Haiyang. Still wearing her beam, she crouched down and typed, "I wonder if she will call me Aunt Jin." He continues with the following line, “Who makes the decision, dear nephew? I am a woman of my words. ”
Yu Haiyang had already given up on resisting, but Su Jin's strange demeanor made him strange - what's wrong with the mute girl? He wandered around instead of leaving, talking about Aunt Jin and so on. Does he have any tricks up his sleeve, or is he sick of living?
Reluctantly, he admitted his defeat, "I will."
The light on Su Jin's face grew wider. As if he was her favorite pet, she rubbed her hair. “Good son. You can say it early. ”
With many complaints, Yu Haiyang kept his mouth shut.
Su Jin got up, his fingers danced on the phone again. “Party finished, kids. That kid's my niece.”
Yu Haiyang almost dropped his jaw. Why did he think that it would save them? Maybe his disability is not only mute, but he is also mental. He is beyond redemption!
Meanwhile, the men gave him a look of ridicule. "You crazy? We don't care if he's your nephew or not!”
“Yes, crazy lady. Are you supposed to be in the soul ward? ”
Su Jin stuffed one hand into his pocket without anyone noticing. He kept typing words, “I support him. Expel! Before I get angry.”