"No need, he has already paid the price he ought to, and I was just verbally teased a bit. He probably won't have an easy time tonight, and once he's back at the company, he's bound to be too scared to report." An Lan shook her head with a hint of schadenfreude in her voice.
Although Huo Zhanting didn't say anything, he still felt a frustration burning inside him.
When sleeping that night, Huo Zhanting actually dreamt about the scene where An Lan was harassed at the bar; however, in the dream, he was as if bound hand and foot, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the man with the pixelated face moved closer and closer to An Lan.
He yelled out loud, sitting up suddenly with a start.
With both hands tightly clutching the blanket, a fierce anger blazed in Huo Zhanting's deep black eyes, his chest heaving unevenly. He suddenly sat up, startling An Lan awake. She rubbed her eyes and propped herself up halfway, her voice sleepy as she asked,
