Jiang Baobao really wanted to say that she wasn't afraid of anything.
But at the moment, this statement had no convincing power at all, so she could only offer a dry explanation, "I... I thought I saw something on your sleeve..."
"Is that so?" Li Beijue countered unhurriedly, his tone full of mockery.
Without waiting for Jiang Baobao's reply, he continued to watch the movie screen as if nothing happened.
Jiang Baobao glared at him irritably, but her gaze didn't dare return to the screen. Instead, she focused on the row of seats in front of her, her hands tightly gripping the edges of her seat for fear that she would accidentally grab Li Beijue's arm again.
The long one and a half hours passed—finally, the movie ended.
Jiang Baobao stood up from her seat with a sense of lingering fear and let out a long sigh of relief.
What an ordeal tonight had been!
It felt like she had been sitting here for several hours!
