Ye Yao was walking slowly behind the two men. As she walked, she caught up with Huo Buyu. She whispered, "Um…"
Huo Buyu's expression remained ugly. "You were spouting nonsense again."
Ye Yao covered her mouth and looked at Huo Buyu pitifully. "I really didn't do it on purpose. Sometimes, I can't control myself. Can you stop being angry at me?"
Huo Buyu glanced at her and said icily, "You're like a child trying to avoid responsibility now. You said that you can't control yourself. What do you mean by that? What was that scene just now? So many people tripping over each other. Ye Yao, what exactly were you trying to do?"
More than a hundred people were tripping over each other all at once. No one thought too deeply about it. After all, they lived in a modern era. Who would believe in fantasy? However, the scale of the commotion today was too big. Who could guarantee that no one would suspect anything?
