"Shasa is an ancient city with a history of over 1800 years..."
A woman with blond hair and blue eyes in a black uniform was explaining the history of the city in pure English.
The left did not stand in front of the St. Dosa Square. He yawned slightly as he listened to the advisor's mechanical language.
In fact, when she first came to this city, she had also done a similar part-time job.
Because he had done it before, he was even more interested. However, there would be some similar activities held in the university, which was called an open field of vision and to expand knowledge.
However, there was one benefit. It was more convenient for them to skip classes and put on an act. In a while, they would be able to slip away when they separated.
"Well, give everyone 20 minutes to dismiss the free activities and gather in front of the museum in 20 minutes."
The teacher in charge of the team looked around at everyone and raised the horn high, indicating that everyone could disperse.
"I'm leaving."
Left didn't blink at a quiet-looking girl beside him and pointed to the side door of the museum.
"Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on this place." The girl looked around and made an OK gesture.
Without hesitation, Zuo Butong darted out of the side door...
"I'm finally free!"
There weren't many people in the St. Dosa Square. From time to time, a group of couples would walk past them, startling a group of pigeons. Together with the sound of flowing water from the central fountain, they formed a beautiful painting.
She raised her head and looked up at the sky above her. It was a faint blue color, and there were a large number of cotton candy-like clouds on it.
In general, it seemed that this place was much better than Jiang City in all aspects. At least there was no such serious haze here.
But somehow, she just couldn't fall in love with this city.
Perhaps, it had something to do with the word hometown.
"Dad, I'm back!"
Zuo However, he did not pay attention to the wooden stairs under his feet. There were already several holes on the stairs, which made creaking sounds.
The dim light in the room shone out from the crack of the door, leaving a long shadow mark.
"Hey, is the light on today?"
Standing outside the door, he felt an unusual atmosphere. He subconsciously swallowed and gently pushed the door open...
Inside the room, Zuoqiu Ming was pinned down on the table by two burly men. He was forced to spread out his right fingers. A man in a suit and leather shoes was using a blue silk handkerchief to wipe the fruit knife that she often used.
"Pick one yourself. Which one should I chop off?" The man waved his bright fruit knife and approached his father step by step.
Zuo Yuran was shocked by the scene in front of him. Then he rushed to his father and asked bravely, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"
Against the light, she had yet to see the man's face clearly... She had never seen anyone so ugly.
The nearly bald head was like a melon in a nest, protruding and protruding. Two wind ears were inserted into the left and right sides of the head.
"You don't have to worry about who we are. Your father owes us ten thousand pounds. What, you have money to pay him back?" The one who spoke was one of his fathers.
"I... I don't have money. Please let go of my father. I can work to pay you back... I can do a lot of part-time jobs. I believe I can pay you back very soon." Looking at the approaching figure in front of him, Zuo Wei couldn't help but lower his voice.
The man looked her up and down, and finally pinched her chin, forcing her to look straight into his eyes, with a malicious smile at the corner of his mouth.
"This little girl looks pretty good. She's so tender. I'm a little reluctant to let you do so many jobs."
A burst of ear-piercing sneer came out of the mouths of the two strong men...
Zuo Butong felt a chill run down his spine again. Before he could understand what he meant, he saw the man raise his knife and stab it accurately on the table, only a few centimeters away from his father's finger.
Zuoqiu Ming shrieked. He was so frightened that he nearly fainted.
Zuo Butong was also so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. His body went limp and he sat on the ground, gasping heavily.
The man gently wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with the silk he had just used to wipe the knife. "Today, I'll leave your father's finger here. Tomorrow night, at the O'Brien Hotel, it's up to you."
