Seeing that Mu Yunli did not come after her, Qiao Ruoxi let out a sigh of relief.
As they walked along the tree-lined road, the cold wind blew. Qiao Ruoxi wrapped her coat tightly around herself and cringed.
They walked along the road and decided to take a taxi at the crossroads.
She had not gone far when she vaguely felt that someone was following her from behind. She turned back and only saw a black shadow.
Her heart sank as a bad feeling filled her heart. Was she being followed?
At the thought of this, Qiao Ruoxi felt a little afraid. She couldn't help but quicken her pace, wanting to shake off the people following her.
But she realized that no matter how fast she walked, the people behind her kept following her at the same frequency.
Qiao Ruoxi subconsciously hugged her bag tightly. She quickly looked around and realized that she was almost at the corner of the street.