She hesitated in her steps, instinctively trying to bypass the person in front of her. Just as she moved to the side, she found the same person had circled to her front again.
Zhang Lingying then noticed something was off, shifted her gaze from her phone screen, and looked at the person blocking her way.
Recognizing who it was, her eyes suddenly narrowed. "Why is it you again?"
Zhang Lingying's look was one of disdain; she didn't even want to talk more and turned to leave.
Just as she took a step, her arm was grabbed.
"How could you just walk away without saying hello to an old acquaintance? Isn't that a bit heartless?" Lu Jing, dressed in a red suit, smiled wickedly.
It seemed like he was joking carelessly, but the hand that grabbed Zhang Lingying's was tightening silently.
Zhang Lingying tried to shake him off, found she couldn't, and her expression darkened. "Who's an old acquaintance of yours? Let me go!"
