"Don't run."
"Stop."
After work, Zhan Yunxiao arrived at the underground parking lot, planning to drive home himself.
Unexpectedly, a young girl suddenly ran over, followed by two men chasing her.
The girl saw Zhan Yunxiao and shouted for help, "Help, help."
Zhan Yunxiao frowned.
This is the underground parking of the research institute, located in the middle floor of a building with many offices. The security has always been good, so how could such a thing happen suddenly?
He was about to use his phone to call security.
However, the girl had already run up to him, grabbed his hand as he reached for his phone, and hid behind him.
The two men chasing her stopped when they saw Zhan Yunxiao, pointed at him, and yelled angrily, "Get lost if you know what's good for you."
"What if I don't?" Zhan Yunxiao asked coolly.
