Tang Wu looked at the man standing not far behind her.
She thought she had seen wrongly.
Under the warm white light of the corridor, the man was wearing a black shirt and pants, with both hands in his pants pockets, looking at her with an unreadable expression.
Cold and indifferent.
There was a smile on his lips that she could not understand, exuding a terrifying danger.
The moment their eyes met, Tang Wu was dazed for a moment.
This man had already made her so unfamiliar that she was afraid.
He was no longer the little puppy she could do whatever she wanted in the past.
Tang Wu tried to calm herself down and pursed her red lips. "Didn't you leave?"
The man strode towards her.
Tang Wu leaned against the door, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
Her hands behind her back clenched into fists unconsciously and her palms were sweating.
Her brain was not completely dead and was thinking rapidly.
