My heart was on fire with anxiety, but Gu Tingshen showed no sign of letting go of my hand.
As the footsteps drew nearer, I could even see Heng Tingting's shadow cast on the ground, just a step or two away from this corridor. My heart was practically in my throat.
Just at that moment, he tightened his grip and pulled me into the men's restroom beside us.
Almost simultaneously, I heard Heng Tingting's puzzled mutter from outside, "Sister Huan, are you still around here?"
"Weird, why is there no one?"
Listening to the footsteps receding outside, I finally let out a slight sigh of relief.
Once I came back to my senses, I looked at the instigator in front of me and felt a surge of frustration welling up inside. I lifted my arm that he was still tightly holding and challenged him, "Director Gu, just how long do you intend to keep holding onto me like this?"
