It sounded like the noise of leather shoes.
"Thud—thud—thud thud thud!"
The clanging footsteps went from slow to fast, and finally, they started chasing after her!
Her hairs stood on end, and her eyes nearly turned red as she desperately ran ahead.
Just as she reached the stairwell corner, Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief.
But before she could catch her breath, her arm was yanked back with a forceful pull!
"Ah—" She couldn't control her fear anymore and screamed.
Before her scream had even faded, a large hand was already firmly covering her small mouth, and a familiar warmth breathed against her ear and neck, "Little Kitten, don't be scared."
It was Huo Zhenyang!
Her heart dropped, but the tears from the excessive fright streamed down her face. She balled her small fists and began pounding his broad chest with all her might, feeling incredibly wronged, "You scared me to death! Are you sick?!"
One punch after another, without any mercy!
