"Thanks." Cen Jin steadied herself, looked up at him, and gave a faint smile, intending to withdraw her hand, but found that he was holding it quite firmly, yet with a measured control, not hurting her.
Jiang Baizhou pursed his lips, hesitated for about ten seconds, then released her arm and brushed past her shoulder.
Cen Jin touched her nose, quickly followed him, and then heard a notification sound from his phone. Out of the corner of her eye, she instinctively glanced over and saw him take out his phone from his pocket and look at the message. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, causing her to reflexively stop as well. Before she could speak, Jiang Baizhou turned his head to look at her.
"What's wrong?" With him staring at her with such a sharp gaze, Cen Jin couldn't help but feel uneasy, looking at him with full vigilance.
