Down the long street, a ponytailed girl was running ahead, with a man chasing behind her.
The more the man chased, the faster the girl ran.
Many passersby cast curious glances, with expressions of watching the excitement unfold. But when they clearly saw Han Luoli's handsome face, they all showed looks of envy, jealousy, and hatred in unison.
"How romantic, why aren't there any handsome men chasing after me?"
"Yeah, such a distinguished man actually chasing after a girl, my goodness, what a good man!"
"Goodness, a fickle woman is always pretentious, if it were me, I wouldn't get angry at such a handsome boyfriend!"
Gu Xiaoer heard several such comments along the way and became even more sullen, pursing her lips. You know nothing, a bunch of looks-obsessed fools.
Han Luoli's gaze was locked on the girl in front of him, following more than ten meters behind. He could catch up, but he didn't dare to speed up, fearing the girl would run away even faster.
