The boy who had molested Mao Xuebin angrily shook off his hand. "Does she dare to say something like this? Even if Wei Aiguo stood up for her, he can't keep her. She's trying to keep it a secret."

"Is that what you're planning too?" Mao Xuebin asked the two people behind him.

"I... I still want to find a good wife. Other women are out of the question," one man said, scratching his head. The other nodded in agreement.

"Don't be ungrateful. This woman has delicate skin; you won't find another like her." The lewd man said without any restraint, as if Song Yan were his prey. If Mao Xuebin hadn't held him back, he would have pounced on Song Yan.

“If you want to die, I won’t stop you. But don’t come with me in front of us. What do you want to do if you run into her again? I don’t care.” Mao Xuebin grabbed the molester and tried to walk away with him.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Brother Mao. But it's no big deal if I take a little advantage." He shook off Mao Xuebin and reached out to touch Song Yan.

Song Yan hated this kind of despicable person the most. He could use him to practice today. If he couldn't beat him, he would just use his spatial abilities to cheat.

Caught off guard, the molester was suddenly attacked by Song Yan, who kicked him to the ground. The three men standing there stared at Song Yan with six eyes; that woman was pretty fierce!

The molester was not about to give up; he felt he had been careless. When he got up and rushed forward again, Song Yan threw him flat on his back once more.

The molester was still not satisfied. When he charged at her again, Song Yan used the move that Lao Zeng had taught her. Lao Zeng said that if the move was used accurately and with enough force, it could dislocate his hip joint.

The molester lay on the ground, unable to get up, and kept groaning in pain. Song Yan was certain he had dislocated his shoulder.

"You're really useless." With that, Song Yan pulled a knife from the basket and arrogantly slapped the man's face. "Look, I haven't even used the knife yet!" Song Yan walked away haughtily!

Mao Xuebin hadn't harbored any evil intentions, but he was still terrified. Damn it, even Wei Aiguo's woman couldn't be messed with? The two men behind him were thankful they'd followed Brother Mao and hadn't had any other thoughts; otherwise, they would be sitting on the ground.

"It hurts so much! Help me out, my hip bone... I don't know what happened to it." The molester was genuinely crying now, not faking it.

Don't let this kind of person ruin your good mood. Song Yan wandered around the black market, happily changed his clothes with sixty yuan in his pocket, and left. Song Yan inquired his way to the elementary school and went directly to find Teacher Bai, the wife of Public Security Officer Fan.

Ms. Bai had a very deep impression of Song Yan, not only because she helped her daughter that day, but also because Ms. Bai's first impression of Song Yan was that she was a big kid leading a little kid.

Song Yan didn't beat around the bush and directly said she wanted to buy textbooks for grades one through five. As a teacher, she had the advantage in this regard. But she was curious about what Song Yan wanted them for. There was no point in hiding it; she simply said that the Qingshanshan brigade wanted to give the girls a learning opportunity during the winter, and the brigade leader wanted to organize educated youth to teach the children.

There aren't many girls in school these days, and Teacher Bai felt sorry for them. She heard they needed textbooks, so she readily offered to find some for them. She told Song Yan to come to her house next Sunday to pick them up, and then gave Song Yan her home address.