Wei Zhijuan rolled her eyes. "Do I need you to take care of me?" She shrugged her shoulders and signaled him to take his arm away.
Not only did Zhao Zan not let go of her shoulders, he leaned his head closer to her face. "Zhijuan, did your father say something to you?"
Wei Zhijuan suddenly glared at him. "Take your arm away."
Seeing her glare, Zhao Zan smiled and continued to move closer. "What did your father say? Tell me quickly!"
"My father said..." Wei Zhijuan looked at his approaching face. "Lately, there might be a hooligan on my side who harbors ill intentions against me. I have to be more careful. Don't accidentally fall into a trap."
Zhao Zan: "…"
