The Vietnamese boy looked pale and his body exuded a death-like desperation.
Getting a few steps closer with a heavy heart, Ye Jian felt the hair on her back bristle against the night wind.
Danger! Danger! There's Danger!
A voice was yelling incessantly from the bottom of Ye Jian's heart, telling her to stop walking forward as there could be a danger, a fatal danger!
"Why are you still here? The teachers are waiting for you to return." Turning and walking away from danger was definitely not her approach. As she stepped closer, she saw the Vietnamese boy's eyes brightening up like fireworks as if he had sensed hope upon her and Gao Yiyang's presences.
The Vietnamese boy and Gao Yiyang both grabbed onto one handle of the black bag. Gao Yiyang, however, did not sense anything peculiar, turned his head and asked. "Ye Jian, why are you here…"
