By the fountain, Luo Qiangwei's throat hurt from shouting. She wanted to continue asking people in front, but her arm was suddenly yanked forcefully. The man's low, cold, and tense voice sounded detachedly, "Luo Qiangwei."
She was startled for a moment and turned her head sharply. However, when she clearly saw the man's face, she sobered up abruptly, though her expression was still somewhat dazed, "You... What are you doing here?"
Mo Shiche did not miss the flash of disappointment in her eyes when she saw him. His heart felt as if it were being tightly grasped by a large hand, and even his breathing became labored—seeing him made her this disappointed?
Was it that if she had seen Yan Chu whom she had been calling, she would have rushed over to hug him, ...
