Jing Shun rushed over and punched him, the two laughing and joking, arm in arm, walking inside.
Suddenly, Han Shaobing stopped in his tracks, stared at a back for a while, and shouted at that back, "Lou Jiaying!"
The person he called Lou Jiaying stiffened, just as she was about to turn around, the girl walking with her hurriedly pulled her, "Cousin, don't turn around, it's Shaobing!"
Lou Jiaying asked, "Why shouldn't I turn around? He's calling me!"
"Cousin, you've been giving Shaobing the cold shoulder for so long just to make him lower his head to you, right?" Yang Fangcao tugged her arm, whispering, "If you turn around now, you've lost! Let's keep walking; wait for him to come after us."
Lou Jiaying was inherently a particularly proud girl, enjoying the feeling of being pursued.
Hearing Yang Fangcao's words made sense to her; her footsteps only stalled for a dozen seconds before she continued forward.
Han Shaobing saw that Yang Fangcao noticed him.
