Following Feng Yanyan's gaze, she saw a black SUV parked in front of them.
She didn't recognize the license plate, but it looked... expensive nonetheless.
Just as she was about to speak, Feng Yanyan suddenly turned around and ran away.
"Yanyan?" Mo Fei was surprised when the car door opened, and a man stepped out.
He wore sunglasses, his black hair was neatly trimmed, with slightly longer bangs, and his facial features were sharply defined. He was in a slim-fitting black suit that highlighted his lean and tall frame.
It was as if a scene from a movie unfurled before her, and before she could react, she saw the man stride over with long steps and catch up to Feng Yanyan, then grabbed her arm.
Mo Fei was scared.
...
"Why are you running?" Yan Nansheng tightened his grip on Feng Yanyan's wrist, frowning.
Feng Yanyan didn't even look at him, merely trying hard to pull her hand away, obviously in pain, yet still struggling...
