Yu Gangan turned to leave but quickly realized that Fang Zhihan wasn't moving. He had a cold expression on his face as he stared firmly in front of him, his eyes icy without a trace of warmth.
Yu Gangan was a little stunned.
A moment later, her eyelids jumped in realization.
Previously, she had thought she was being paranoid and was scaring herself, but now that she looked at it, it seemed, someone was indeed following her.
"Come out," Fang Zhihan's voice suddenly turned cold like an icy winter breeze that could pierce through a person's bones.
A moment later, a figure appeared from behind some shrubs.
The estate was dark, so it was hard to see who the person was.
At that moment, the lights suddenly turned on and the entire estate lit up again.
The sudden brightness made Yu Gangan squint her eyes. After her eyes adjusted to the light, she turned back to look at the person that had followed her.
