Yan Xiaye's smile at the corner of her lips could no longer hold, as her gaze stealthily sought a handy weapon.
She didn't need to think about how to escape from here, she just had to figure out how to get the man's cellphone and make a call to her Younger Uncle, and everything would be fine.
After sizing up the height difference between her and the man, Yan Xiaye realized that this seemingly simple objective was surprisingly difficult to execute in practice, so she could only try to relax the man's vigilance first.
"You're right," she nodded in agreement with the bald man's sentiments, gently biting her lower lip and crafting the pitiable look that Yan Shuirou was best at. She took the initiative to walk towards him, "But I prefer more exciting ways to play. I wonder if you can handle that?"
The bald man, clearly a veteran of romantic encounters, agreed with eagerness: "Sure, let me hear what you have in mind."