"Wang Chen, is that you?"
In the hazy night, Liu Cuihua looked in the direction of Wang Chen and cautiously asked.
Hearing this voice, the corners of Wang Chen's mouth twitched twice: "Damn it, how did she spot me?"
Wang Chen had already prepared to turn his bike around and leave straight away.
But now that Liu Cuihua had noticed him, if he insisted on leaving, it would definitely give off the impression that he was deliberately avoiding her.
Liu Cuihua was not someone easy to deal with. Offending her would be even scarier than crossing a grey wolf or a Red Crown Snake.
With this thought, Wang Chen reluctantly straightened his bike's handlebar and then, while riding toward her, he responded.
As he approached, before he even got off his bike, Liu Cuihua came up close, hooking Wang Chen's arm with a look of sullen resentment, and said, "Were you trying to avoid me just now when you saw me?"
