At this moment, Yao Jingsong's heart was about to melt.
"Why did you run?" Zhao Si'en, carried on his back, asked as she leaned on his shoulder, "Don't you want to see me?"
If he didn't want to see her, how could he possibly secretly follow her?
"No," Yao Jingsong said, "I was just on the way."
Zhao Si'en didn't speak, just snorted.
Yao Jingsong chuckled and was about to say something when he suddenly heard someone behind call Zhao Si'en, "Enen, what's wrong?"
Yao Jingsong turned his head while carrying her, and saw a boy with a very clean-cut appearance. Although he wore glasses, his gaze through the lenses made Yao Jingsong feel unfriendly.
"It's nothing," Zhao Si'en said blandly, then told Yao Jingsong, "Let's go."
"Who is he?" The boy blocked Yao Jingsong's way and asked, "Enen, how can you be with such unclear people? Do you even know your status?"
