As you were on your way home, you witnessed three men beating up a high school kid. As soon as they saw you, they dispersed, fearing that you would contact the authorities.

"Are you okay?" You asked the battered young man on the ground; his crimson-dyed hair and bloodied face were a grim sight.

"Auntie, just go," he uttered, glaring at you coldly. Your jaws almost dropped when he addressed you as "auntie" despite you being only 25 years old.