Gazing at the darken sky, her heart grew increasingly anxious, her hands tightly clenched into fists, she could only tell herself not to panic, not to be afraid.
She walked to an artistic bench at the entrance of the kitchen and sat down, her hands gripping her phone tightly. At that moment, she wished so much for Uncle Bo to reply to her message.
Right now, she wished she was in the midst of a dream, that upon awakening, it would all have been a perilous and bizarre dream.
She sighed deeply.
Then she noticed a figure standing in front of her, she slowly raised her head and saw Bo Youlin standing before her, his eyes mysteriously fixed on her.
Ye Anran's expression was cool, she slowly stood up and was about to leave.
At this moment, she really had no desire to face Bo Youlin!
But just as she turned around, Bo Youlin grasped her hand.
Her expression darkened, she turned back, her gaze coldly fixed on him, "Let go!"
