At this moment, a middle-aged man approached from not too far away, accompanied by a 17- or 18-year-old girl, flamboyantly dressed.
Wen Xinyue immediately became flustered, pushing Chen Bin away with a sweep of her hand, explaining, "He... he is Zhao Kang's brother, Zhao Jie, not... not a good person!"
"Chen Bin, you... you stay quiet, don't let him find us, otherwise... otherwise if he sees me in this sorry state, later... later he will become more excessive!"
The app on Chen Bin's phone was always on the lowest setting, causing the sensation it induced to make Wen Xinyue speak in fits and starts.
Right after speaking, Wen Xinyue hid behind the large tree. She almost felt debilitated, simply leaning on the tree with her legs together.
"Hehe!"
Chen Bin, however, chuckled, watching as Zhao Jie, Zhao Kang's brother, got closer and closer.