Forget It

However, it was clear that the man who was a fool in the eyes of others and a lunatic in Lu Xingzhi's eyes could not hear the voices around him, nor could he see that there were so many people looking at him. His eyes were fixed on the direction where Jiang Yao stood. Since he was pressed to the ground and could not get up, he could only wave his hands in that direction and grin. "Honey, let's go home! Let's go home."

Just as Lu Xingzhi was thinking of getting the police to get rid of that lunatic, the old woman he saw at the train station ran toward them from afar. She probably heard that her son had been beaten up and ran all the way; she was crying and scolding as she ran.

When she was right in front of Lu Xingzhi, she took a glance and recognized him. Her scolding stopped abruptly, and she quickly changed her tone to beg for mercy. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My son is a fool. He mistook me for someone else. He did not do it on purpose."