Bo Yanching hurried to catch up.
After following for a while, he realized that Nan Jiaojiao was deliberately creating distance between them.
It wasn't that she was avoiding him, she just didn't want to walk beside him at all.
If he took a few more steps, her feet seemed to move as if on wheels, though she didn't appear to run, he just couldn't catch up with her.
Not to mention grabbing hold of her.
It was as if she had eaten gunpowder, no living thing was allowed within two meters.
For the first time in his life, Bo Yanching experienced what was meant by "silent as a frozen cicada."
The two streets were so blocked that traffic lights were useless, and a traffic officer was directing traffic at the intersection.
Nan Jiaojiao continued walking along the sidewalk, not stopping for a moment, and after about seven hundred meters, Bo Yanching called out to her, "Sweetheart, Han Che is up ahead."
Nan Jiaojiao suddenly turned back, her brows tightly furrowed, glaring at him.
