Luo Chen dashed out of the alley and walked along the sidewalk, peering around.
When he caught a peek of Qiao Qing, who was eating inside a restaurant, his eyes brightened.
Qiao Qing was eating quietly when a shadow suddenly showed up before her.
The young man who was going through puberty, had a low voice that sounded rich and magnetic, "Boss, bring me what she has!"
The owner of the shop from inside the store peered outside, smiled, and nodded, "Alrighty, bud."
Qiao Qing didn't seem to realize Luo Chen's arrival. She also was far too lazy to even look at the boy standing across from her, as she minded her own business and ate her own food.
Luo Chen thought she was mad since he was being ignored. He extended his hand and grabbed onto her right wrist. "Qiao Qing, I'm sorry."
Qiao Qing's tone was cold, "Let go!"
"Qiao Qing…"
Qiao Qing then said, "What is it? You are anxious over the fact that you didn't get beat up?"
