"Stay behind me, don't get blood on you," Ye Chen suddenly said.
Pan Shuangshuang's mind was in disarray. What did Ye Chen mean by that? Was he going to kill someone?
But murder's illegal, wasn't Ye Chen afraid?
As Pan Shuangshuang pondered, she hid behind Ye Chen's back. Whether Ye Chen killed someone or not, she didn't care, she couldn't control it. As long as her clothes stayed blood-free, that was enough.
At that moment, for some reason, Pan Shuangshuang lost her fear and instead felt a vague excitement, anticipation.
What kind of impact would Ye Chen bring her?
Pan Shuangshuang looked at Ye Chen's tall figure and felt everything today was surreal.
"Kid, why did you smash our car?" A few youths surrounded them, looking fiercely at Ye Chen as if accusing him.
"Why did you block my car?" Instead of answering, Ye Chen asked a question.
"Who blocked your car? You'd better stop slandering people!" one of them yelled.
