An Ziqi couldn't see who was behind her, and she struggled in fear, thrusting her arm back hard.
It was broad daylight, in such a public place, the criminals nowadays were really bold.
Just when she was quickly thinking about what could possibly happen next and how she could break free.
The person behind her groaned, "It's me."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, before An Ziqi had time to relax, her vision blurred as she was quickly repositioned.
An Ziqi slapped the person in front of her, Xiao Moli the jerk, had scared her to death.
The hand that had struck him involuntarily wrapped around his neck, holding him tightly in response.
Xiao Moli let out a long sigh. During the week they were separated, every day, every second, he missed her terribly.
An Ziqi felt the same. She had completely forgotten that she was there to support Ningning in the competition.