Feeling Qiao Xiya's body trembling gently, Yin Moran patted her back and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you. Let's talk inside first."
He still didn't know what had happened to her.
On the phone, he had been afraid to press her because he didn't want to upset her further.
The door closed behind them, and he guided her to sit on the sofa, asking, "All right, tell me, what exactly happened?"
Qiao Xiya sobbed, her eyes reddening as she looked at him, "It was like this: I went home this morning after finishing my schedule, and just as I got to the door, a man wearing a mask appeared. He giggled and said he was my fan, that he had adored me for a long time and wanted to be with me. He even did..."
Just thinking about it made Qiao Xiya shrink into Yin Moran's embrace, clutching his waist tightly, "Moran, he must be a pervert. He said he would come back. I'm so scared!"
Hearing this, Yin Moran's brows knitted together tightly.