"Let's go," Shen Mochen glanced at the onlookers nearby, holding Xia Qingrou's hand.
Xia Qingrou's complexion had regained some color, gently placing her hand in Shen Mochen's.
Xia Yusi put the sunglasses on Xia Qingrou's face and put on the other's rather unattractive glasses herself.
"Little brother Chen, what was all that about just now? Why did they suddenly kneel down to you? It couldn't have been actors you hired to play the hero, could it?" Xia Yusi looped her arm through Shen Mochen's, her eyes twinkling, "You succeeded, you were so cool just then, I'm completely conquered by you!"
Although Xia Yusi said this, she did not really think that Shen Mochen was in any way connected to those men. The fear in their eyes couldn't be faked—they were truly frightened of Shen Mochen.
Shen Mochen looked at her inexplicably, "I met them once before. They were harassing a female classmate, and I stopped them. That's probably why they're afraid of me."
"Why are they afraid of you?"
