"Mr. Mingyuan, someone has their eyes on you."
After an indeterminate amount of time had passed, the noisy sounds had faded away. Jiuyue, like a detective who had seized a fleeting inspiration, could hardly wait to tell Duan Mingyuan about her discovery.
She had also sharply identified the source of the sound from the crowd.
It was a man in his early forties, blending into the crowd and pretending to be a parent picking up a child, but Jiuyue had observed the man's gaze shifting toward Duan Mingyuan intermittently.
Jiuyue had always been highly sensitive to people's gazes, especially when someone was stealing glances at Duan Mingyuan.
The protective nature of the Fox Demon endowed them with a keen insight, enabling them to discern people's inner thoughts through eye contact.
Clearly, this man had no good intentions.
