Lin Siyu had just been entwined with Li Chengzhi in the teahouse and was in an excellent mood when she suddenly heard a familiar voice. Her pretty little face instantly contorted. How could she not recognize that voice after hearing it for over ten years?
However, Lin Siyu had no intention of turning back. She pretended not to hear and continued walking straight towards the door, even quickening her pace slightly.
Panpan, who was following behind, looked back curiously and saw a man covered in dust, limping and staggering towards them. He was running so frantically that he nearly knocked over a nearby basket of vegetables, eliciting a round of curses from the middle-aged man delivering them.
Panpan glanced at Lin Siyu with suspicion—she was certain the man was calling out for "sister," referring to her. But why wasn't she turning round?
