Xia Luo had been feeling uneasy for several days.
She couldn't shake off the feeling that the look Zhan Yunxiao gave her before he left that day wasn't a good one, fearing he might cause her trouble.
Thankfully, a week passed without incident, and gradually she let her guard down.
Perhaps she really was overthinking things.
He had moved on; six months had passed. Moreover, he promised his mother, so how could he possibly trouble her again?
But unexpectedly, just when she thought everything was over, she received an unfamiliar call after class.
"Are you Xia Luo?"
"I am Xia Luo. May I ask who this is..."
"I'm the bar owner where Fang Qingyang performs. We've met before. You need to come quickly, Fang Qingyang is in trouble," the caller said urgently.
Xia Luo's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly asked, "What happened to Fang Qingyang?"
"You'll know when you get here." The bar owner didn't explain further and hung up.
