Reason

Huo Yunque lifted his umbrella to avoid hitting her and his eyebrows drooped.

"Are you alone?"

Song Yaoyao wrapped her arms tightly around the man's waist and buried her head into his chest as she tried to absorb the warmth from his body.

"Uh huh..." she nodded sadly.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" His voice was low and his gaze was calm without any trace of emotion.

But appearing here was already an impossible feat.

"No."

"Miss, your backpack? Why did you leave just like that? Don't forget your belongings..."

A female customer service assistant rushed out and handed Song Yaoyao her backpack.

Huo Yunque glanced at the ostrich-like Song Yaoyao who was reluctant to move in his arms and accepted the bag.

"Thank you." He nodded slightly.

The black umbrella lifted slightly. Amidst the cold and wet night, the man's features were clear and his attractive face made the girl blush.