Suddenly, an external force struck her, and Yan Xinxin staggered forward two steps.
She struggled to stabilize herself, barely managing not to fall.
But when she lifted her head and saw that group of men, their eyes brimming with amusement and malice, Yan Xinxin's heart sank.
She turned to leave, but as soon as she did, Mu Shaoqian was already standing right in front of her.
Under the swaying, ambiguous light, he had a roguish expression, smiling as he looked at Yan Xinxin.
"What's this? Thinking of leaving?"
"Mu Shaoqian, what are you trying to do?"
Even though she felt nervous inside, Yan Xinxin still managed to keep herself calm.
"Tsk!"
Mu Shaoqian raised a hand to stroke his chin.
"Even at this point, you're still so defiant. Seems like Mo Chuxi must have lent you a lot of courage, huh?"
He chuckled mockingly, his proud gaze circling around Yan Xinxin as he scrutinized her carefully.
