Xiao Shumiao wrapped his arms around Gu Junzhu's neck, his eyes gleaming as if he were looking at a rare treasure.
Suddenly, he caught sight of a passerby smoking a cigarette not far away from the corner of his eye, and the smile on his face instantly froze. He pushed Gu Junzhu forcefully, sliding out of her embrace to the ground.
Without a word, he dashed toward the western restaurant.
"Xiao Shu!" After such a heart-stopping incident, Ye Xingbei dared not let him move alone and hurriedly chased after him.
Lingyue followed closely behind Xiao Shumiao, doggedly pursuing him.
Xiao Shumiao ran into the western restaurant, up to the door of one of the private rooms, turned the doorknob, and entered.
Inside the room, a thick scent of cigarette smoke still lingered; the table had not yet been cleared by the waiter, and more than a dozen unfinished cigarettes were scattered across the table.
Xiao Shumiao stood at the door, staring blankly, motionless.
