"Brother Yan?"
Zhuangzhuang instinctively grabbed the hem of Wang Yan's clothes.
You couldn't blame Zhuangzhuang. A bunch of rough-looking men were blocking the way, and everyone's eyes had turned toward them. Anyone would feel nervous.
It was like walking down a narrow path at school and finding a group of delinquent students hanging out there. Those unrestrained stares and the fear welling up inside always made it hard to stay calm.
"It's fine. Don't be afraid."
Wang Yan took her hand and walked in under everyone's watchful gazes.
As soon as they entered, they saw that many of the tenants had come out, glaring indignantly at seven or eight rough-looking men with their backs to the entrance. Their eyes all turned toward Wang Yan as well.
Wang Yan released Zhuangzhuang's hand and let her run over to Shen Ranran for mutual comfort.
He looked around the courtyard before finally settling his gaze on Little Northeast. "What's going on? You owe loan sharks money?"
"No, look at me, do I—"
Little Northeast had barely begun to protest when the group cut him off.
The leader wore a gold chain and a floral shirt, with a bag tucked under his arm and a Big Brother in his hand.
He gave an unhappy hey. "What's with you? Why are you talking like that?"
Wang Yan looked confused. "How was that offensive?"
"Quit playing dumb. Saying he owes loan sharks money means you're saying we're debt collectors, doesn't it? What kind of good people could debt collectors be? Let me tell you, we're all law-abiding citizens. You came in from outside—are you blind or something? Didn't you see my brothers? Aren't they all migrant workers? Keep this up and I'll sue you for slander."
"Then what are you here for?"
"No, who are you?