When she saw who was chasing her, Nan Qiao was dumbfounded.
Li Yehan?
"Li Yehan, what are you doing here?" Nan Qiao was startled.
Li Yehan walked up to her and took the weapon from her hand.
Looking at the weapon, Li Yehan couldn't look away.
Such intricate craftsmanship, a small and sharp weapon, it seemed like Nan Qiao had made it herself.
Li Yehan pressed a button, and the weapon turned into a lighter.
"I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but you kept running."
Nan Qiao patted her chest: "I was walking peacefully, then someone chased me, almost scared me to death. What kind of surprise is that."
"I was wrong, it's my fault." Li Yehan took Nan Qiao's hand.
Nan Qiao shook it off, keeping a distance from him.
Li Yehan was slightly stunned, not understanding why Nan Qiao shook off his hand.
Li Yehan held her hand again, only to be shaken off once more by Nan Qiao.
"I have something to do."
"What is it, I can go with you."