Under the light, the few of them stood in the shadows and did not move. He quickened his pace, wanting to go home.
However, the words of the few people on the way kept replaying in his mind. He suddenly hesitated.
Just as he was thinking about whether he should go home, his cell phone suddenly vibrated. The familiar number on it made Huang Jun hold his cell phone tightly.
He subconsciously turned around and looked around. Ever since he came out of the alley, he had a feeling that someone was following him, but when he turned around, he could not see anyone.
There was only the pitch-black night.
"Huang Jun, why aren't you back yet? Are you delayed by work?"
"Auntie, I still have to work overtime. I'll go back later."
After Huang Jun finished speaking, he hurriedly hung up. He stuffed his phone into his coat pocket and stood by the roadside without moving.
