This was not Ye Qiu squeezing towards Xia Jing intentionally, nor was it him deliberately bumping into her to take advantage. Instead, it was Xia Jing herself who squeezed over, the customers around them did the same out of fear.
Ye Qiu looked at Xia Jing's rather attractive earrings and then said coldly, "You squeezed over here yourself!"
When Xia Jing wanted to say something else, she hadn't expected that when the robbers had just mentioned taking hostages outside, other ordinary people became even more terrified.
Being taken out as a hostage was most likely a matter of life and death, and Xia Jing was frightened too.
Now, she could no longer care whether Ye Qiu's shoulder was pressing against her chest.
"You, come out."
A robber pointed at a middle-aged man dressed in a branded suit, looking somewhat plump—a sure sign of a wealthy person or an official.
The middle-aged man had not expected the robber to pick him; he trembled within the crowd, utterly afraid to stand up.