The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, both seeing hesitation in each other's eyes.
Every week, they collected a hefty fee from Zoe Lewis, the young girl asked them to look after her, and if they hit her, how would they explain it later?
"What are you standing there for? Hit her!"
The two bodyguards reluctantly swung their fists, striking Zoe Lewis on the back.
"Ah!"
Zoe Lewis screamed piercingly, crying as if she were about to lose her life: "Grandmother, I'm wrong! Stop hitting me! I'm going to die!"
The old lady listened to her incessant screams, finally feeling pleased in her heart, though her face still wore a compassionate expression: "Little Zoe, this is for your own good. If I don't teach you how to behave, when you cause trouble outside, others won't be as soft-hearted as me, you might even lose your life. Hitting you today is just to make you remember, though hitting you pains me too. I don't want to hit you!"
