Chen Feng walked a few steps, stopped, turned around, and said to her, "Miss, your trouble is gone now, why are you still following me?"
"I... I..."
Alando-Zhuoma tried to speak for quite some time but couldn't get the words out, didn't know why, she felt a sense of safety around Chen Feng, which was something she desperately needed at the moment.
Even though the incident that had just occurred was unusual, seemingly a riot of Tibetan Mastiffs, she knew in her heart that it must have been related to this man.
"Is it because you don't have money to get home?" Chen Feng knew she had been scammed and was probably out of money, so he took out his wallet and said.
Alando nodded and then shook her head, looking down and staying silent. Chen Feng frowned, helping her had only been a matter of convenience, not because he was particularly noble. Moreover, what everyone had seen was the Tibetan Mastiffs coming to her aid, while Chen Feng had only spoken a few words on her behalf.
