Tang Zimo remained silent, but Yang Fan figured it out.
The Bai Family had declined, and Tang Zimo was alone with a child. What good would returning now do besides adding two more mouths to feed and two more pairs of chopsticks?
People are realistic, and Tang Zimo's family probably thought just that.
The three walked out of the train station, ready to hail a taxi, but unfortunately, many people had just gotten off the train, and the passing taxis were quickly reserved by others.
After waiting for a few minutes without hailing a cab, four or five ordinary Volkswagen sedans and vans arrived.
Seven or eight men got out of the vehicles, led by the man from the high-speed train.
"Kid, do you recognize me?" the man approached with his group.
"No, I don't!" Yang Fan shook his head.
"Fine, since you don't recognize me, I'll just beat you until you do!" With that, the man threw a punch.
Bang!
