"Xiaoyue."
The person called her name.
As soon as Su Xiaoyue saw his face, identical to Bai Tong's, her expression darkened immediately. She cursed her misfortune inwardly, with people she didn't wish to see appearing before her one after another.
"Xiaoyue, what happened? What's wrong with your bike? I saw your silhouette from a distance, and couldn't believe it was you. I only realized it was really you as I got closer." The man ignored Su Xiaoyue's scowl, his handsome face showing traces of concern for her.
Su Xiaoyue didn't want to deal with him and kept pushing her bike along her way.
"Xiaoyue."
