"Lu Cong--"
Lu Cong was walking towards the entrance of the residential area, feeling like a lost soul. His elongated shadow under the dim streetlight added to his desolate image.
From behind him, there seemed to be a faint calling of his name - a girl's voice.
Is that hallucination?
After her thorough rejection, how could she possibly chase after him?
A sardonic smile tugged at the corner of Lu Cong's mouth.
Fearing that he might be unable to suppress the urge to look back, he quickened his pace.
Murong Qian was stunned.
After finally spotting him, but, as soon as she called out to him, he moved even further away. Was it deliberate?
Fine!
If I don't catch up to you today, I'll take your surname!
Murong Qian mustered up her energy and sprinted forward.
She was in such a hurry that her slippers fell off twice. In the end, she decided to discard her slippers and charged towards him at a full sprint.
"Lu Cong, stop right there!"