"Are you okay?" A familiar voice sounded beside her ear.
Yan Xing looked up to see the young boy's clean and gentle face, and suddenly her eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lip hard and stayed silent.
"Get up." The boy pulled her up, and as the bucktoothed man got up, he glared fiercely at the boy, "Kid, are you looking for trouble?"
The boy glanced at him coolly, "Whatever you have to say, save it for the train police."
"Move aside, what's going on here?"
Two train police officers pushed through the crowd and came in. Seeing the situation was unfavorable, the bucktoothed man turned to slip away but was grabbed by the collar by the boy and thrown at the officers' feet. "This man molested a girl, how should he be dealt with?"
The officers glanced at the boy, and Yan Xing immediately stood out, "That's right, he tried to bully me. I refused, and he hit me. If you don't believe me, ask the others."
