Shen Mianmian was oblivious to the actions of Zhou Siyu and Wang Jingjing. She still remembered her agreement with He Nan and, not wanting to keep him waiting too long, bid Lu Siyuan goodbye and hurried towards the noodle shop.
But as soon as she turned the corner, she heard someone call out from behind her.
"Shen Mianmian."
Without even looking back, she knew who it was; they had a history, and when he called her name, it was never for anything good.
Shen Mianmian didn't turn her head, she just ran faster, but her little short legs, wrapped in an oversized army coat, were no match for Du Xiaohui's long strides.
She hadn't run far when Du Xiaohui grabbed her, "Why are you running? Didn't you hear me calling you?"
He had waited until Lu Siyuan was gone to speak to her, but as soon as he did, she ran off like she'd seen a ghost.
The thought made him fume.
