There was an evident shock in those intimidating eyes of Ye Wangchuan when he saw the girl turn around. He stepped on his lit cigarette and strode over.
He rose a brow and grabbed her left wrist. "What are you doing here?"
Qiao Nian felt a wave of oppression as his shadow loomed over her. Moreover, he was holding onto her. She felt her head throb again, and she did all she could to not shake him off. Instead, she said casually, "I heard there's a good milk tea shop around here. I came to get it."
"Get milk tea?"
"Mm."
Ye Wangchuan furrowed his brows. He had no idea if there was a milk tea shop on this street, but he knew of a few bars.
He had been smoking around the corner when he overheard some men talking about "nice legs" and decided to follow their gaze.
He then ended up finding her standing by the roadside, completely unaware!
