花样年华 英文版(2)

"Dad hasn't come home in over a week. Mom just keeps crying. The cleaning lady and driver stopped coming.Aunt says that Dad's company shut down. Those men came to our house last night. They kept pessing the bell and yelling for Dad. We stayed inside with all the lights turned off, and they kept swearing in front of the door. We couldn't sleep at all." My friend cried through his whole story. I couldn't think of anything to say. All I could do was to tell him not to cry.
It was shortly after the class had started when the front door swung open and four or five men burst in. They were unruly and rash. "Which one of you is Mr. Choi's son? Come on out with us." Stunned, our teacher asked them to leave immediately, but they simply ignored her. "We know you're here. Come on out right now." Some of the kids leered at my friend sitting next to me and began whispering. The men noticed and came towards us. "Can't you see we're in the middle of class? Please leave." Our teacher tried to block them but one of the men pushed her hard to the whiteboard. She fell to the ground.
The man who had shoved our teacher walked towards us in a threatening manner. All the students' heads turned towards us. The man snatched my friend's arm. "We'll take you to your dad and get the money from him. Surely, he won't turn away his son." The men were menacing, and the atmosphere was intimidating.