Nan Qiao's departure seemed to have triggered some kind of signal. A boy braced himself and followed under everyone's gaze.
He didn't want to leave any regrets in his youth.
The boy chased after her and happened to see her standing before the elevator. She was slender and gentle.
"Nan Qiao!"
He didn't know where he got the courage to call out to her.
Nan Qiao turned around and looked at the boy. After thinking for a while, she realized that she didn't know him, so she turned her head back and didn't say anything.
She felt dizzy. She didn't know him anyway, so she didn't really want to talk to him.
"It's not safe for a girl like you to go home alone. Let me take you home."
He suddenly took a big step and stood beside Nan Qiao. After saying this, he wanted to put his hand on her waist, as if their relationship were already close.
However, before he could touch her, he was restrained by an unbreakable force.
"Who—"
