Lu Xining looked at Mr. Shen's hands, which were covered with gloves, gloves that he hadn't taken off even while indoors.
His overcoat wrapped him tightly all around.
Except for his neck and face, no other skin was exposed.
Noticing that Shen Ruoting was shaking all over, Mr. Shen immediately comforted her, saying, "Don't be scared, you won't be harmed."
The woman looked up at his refined and gentle face, filled entirely with the tenderness he was showing at the moment, and nodded fearfully.
Seeing Mr. Shen take out his phone to call the police,
she suddenly grabbed his hand and said softly, "Ayan, let it be, she's just a young girl, I won't hold it against her."
Hearing Lu Xining's scoff,
Shen Ruoting's face turned pale, her heart tightening more and more.
But she showed none of the severe heart condition and emotional swings that Mr. Shen had mentioned.
"I don't like the smell here, let's go home."
She gripped his hand tightly, causing Mr. Shen's hand to stiffen.