After walking out of the room, I saw two drunk youths holding Xiaoya's arm and laughing. The restaurant owner and another waiter were talking with Xiaoya. I walked slowly

to hear one of the youths say, "little sister, come and have a drink with my brother." The two young men, who were only in their early twenties, had already drunk their faces red and their necks thick. Xiaoya was struggling forcefully and begged, "please, will you let me go?" Xiaoya's eyes were already filled with tears. I felt the blood in my heart was boiling. I clenched my fist and tried to rush over. Suddenly, I felt my shoulder was...