Nan Ge only came back to her senses after being dragged two to three hundred meters away.
She held the cat and looked up at the tall figure in front of her with lingering fear.
Nan Zhe was afraid of the cold. He had even put on a windbreaker when he went out for a walk tonight. Compared to the past, he looked more like a male model at the show.
This empty street was his runway, and his aura was fully released.
"What are you looking at?"
Nan Zhe glanced at her indifferently.
"Uh…" At this moment, Nan Ge did not dare to say anything.
Her brother's combat power had exploded just now, and she could not tell if her brother had turned off the engine or not. If she said anything now, she might very well become cannon fodder and be scolded.
This was because he was usually like this.
