Shen Zhong's eyes were fixed on her, but his steps slowly moved back to the side of the blond man who had already fainted on the ground, single-handedly lifting him off the ground to carry on his shoulder, swiftly retreating towards the main gate.
Footsteps echoed from the roof of the steel factory.
Shen Yanhe's hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist as she muttered in a muffled voice, "Jiaojiao, no need to chase."
Feng Jiao, who had somehow reached the rooftop, poked her head out from a hole in the roof and asked with slight surprise, "No need to chase? Why?"
Shen Yanhe pressed her lips together and shook her head, "It's nothing."
Her eyes slightly narrowed, her slender fingers pinched the bottom of her mask, adjusting it properly, a trace of deep thought flashing through her eyes.
Shen Zhong had clearly recognized her, yet he still pretended not to know her.
Why?
Where had he gone during these years of disappearance? Why hadn't he contacted them?
