Jiang Shuyao didn't dare respond and almost without thinking, dragged the guy next to her and bolted.
As long as she didn't look back, this matter wouldn't be exposed.
The old man's eyes were dim; he could barely see anything at night.
Jiang Shuyao's heart raced rapidly, feeling exactly like a thief with a guilty conscience.
However, the person behind her was like an old turtle nearing its end, not only failing to put in any effort during their escape but also exhausting her completely.
Gradually, the night swallowed up the figures of the two, the girl running hastily with her little face flushed red.
Jiang Shuyao bent over and stopped before the stairs of Unit 2, glaring at the person above her while propping herself on her knees, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
It was a rhetorical question.
Seeing his annoyingly smug smile made her want to slap him.
Pei Yan's gaze dropped, faintly gleaming, as he really brought his face closer for her to hit.
