A luxurious midnight-black sedan suddenly stopped next to Nan Zhi.
The doors opened and a man wearing a black suit and pants got out of the car with a cold expression.
Nan Zhi froze a little when she saw the man who appeared out of the blue.
It was Mu Sihan. Why was he here?
His handsome face had a pair of sunglasses perched on his well-defined nose, obscuring his eyes. With his lips were pursed tightly into a straight line, he exuded a cold nobility from head to toe.
The girls that were chasing after Nan Zhi all froze when they saw Mu Sihan. They did not dare to take another step forward.
One of the girls threw the bag that Nan Zhi had left behind at her feet, before she shouted out loudly to run away and the group of girls dispersed quickly.
They did not continue to make a ruckus.
