The young man on the ground curled up into a ball, motionless. Upon hearing Yun Doudou's voice, he quickly released his head and shouted loudly: "Don't come over, Doudou, run away, don't come over!"
"Oh, Doudou is back?" One of the young men kicking the young man on the ground stopped his foot; the others followed suit, all looking toward Yun Doudou who had already approached.
"Wang Jianwei, why are you hitting my brother?" Yun Doudou stepped forward to help Du Xiaodong, whose face was bruised and swollen, "Brother, why do you let them hit you without fighting back?"
"It's nothing; I'm fine," Du Xiaodong squeezed out a smile that looked worse than crying, "Why are you back? Dad and Mom were talking about you a few days ago."
"Why did you hit my brother?!" Yun Doudou looked angrily at the young man leading them. These guys had grown up with her, or more accurately, watched her grow up.
