Feng Yanyan ran for a few steps before she heard the sound of a car engine behind her.
She stopped, turned her head, and looked back.
As expected, the car slowly drove away, and a daze gradually appeared on her face.
A gust of wind blew by, making Feng Yanyan feel a bit cold. The ambiguity from just a moment ago in the car, the warmth brushing her cheeks, seemed as if it never happened...
"Yanyan?"
Suddenly, Mo Fei's voice came from behind.
Feng Yanyan turned around, "Mo Fei."
Mo Fei quickly ran up to her, took a look, and asked, "Are you okay? Where's that man? Where did he go?"
"He left." Feng Yanyan said simply and reached into her pocket to pull out her phone.
She intended to act nonchalant, but instead saw several missed calls, all from Yan Nansheng...
Seeing her distracted look, Mo Fei couldn't help but ask, "Yanyan, what's your relationship with that man just now?"
"..." Feng Yanyan paused, then said, "Oh, a friend of my brother's."
