As Su Xiaoxiao dragged the semi-conscious Gui Zhenzhen toward her home, she suddenly felt someone following her just after turning a corner. Her body went tense, and every hair on her skin stood on end.
Despite her rising anxiety, she didn't quicken her pace. Instead, she acted as if nothing was amiss, though her mind was already half-focused on her hidden space, ready to grab the kitchen knife she had bought earlier to cut herbs. Little did she expect it would come in handy at that moment.
The state-owned restaurant was not far from Su Xiaoxiao's home, but halfway there, she took a turn toward the small building Jiang Yexun had bought. She lived in the steel factory's family quarters, where there were too many old neighbors. If they saw her bringing someone back, they would definitely stop her to ask questions. Moreover, there weren't any discreet alleys on the way for anyone to take action.