Wei Xikang was on the verge of a breakdown. While others were enjoying the beginning of a fortunate year, he had been cursed with such a demon, a relentless figure who just wouldn't leave him alone. He couldn't confront it, nor could he escape it—it was a sheer act of bullying that screamed for justice.
"Wei Ge, why don't we call the police?" Xu'er suggested softly.
Xu'er could see, Wei Xikang was no match for that young man.
But it wasn't fair to blame Wei Xikang for being weak, if anything, the young man was far from ordinary.
What was so extraordinary about him, Xu'er couldn't exactly put into words, but when the young man was around, she didn't even dare to breathe heavily. She had dealt with countless men before, and never had she felt like this!
"Call the police?" Wei Xikang's eyes lit up briefly, but then he let out a wry laugh.
Xu'er had no idea why he would think of calling the police.
