Under Su Qingsang's vigilant gaze, Zhang Yichen's lips curled into a faint smile.
He made a large step backward but didn't leave immediately.
Su Qingsang knew that she would have no chance to win a fight against that man. She pressed herself tightly on the wall just now, so her hair was now a little messy.
Zhang Yichen raised a hand without thinking. He wanted to smooth her hair for her, but he retracted his hand when he saw the alerted look on her face.
He looked at her in the eyes once again, then turned and left.
Su Qingsang had her eyes fixed on that man, worrying that he might come back to hurt her. However, she already realized that he was only trying to scare her. He probably knew that she didn't hear anything.
Thankfully, that man didn't do anything bad to her. Otherwise, she would've been infuriated.
Her phone rang again. Su Qinggsang answered the call, her breath still a little uneven.
