While walking, Huo Ci stopped.
He looked ahead into the darkness.
Behind him, Zhao Xingchen hurried over.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you walking so fast?"
As he spoke, he looked at Huo Ci, seeing him standing still, puzzled.
"What's up with you? Not going back? Aren't you afraid your little beauty is waiting anxiously?"
Huo Ci tossed the clothes he was holding onto a nearby car.
Then, he started undoing the buttons on his white shirt.
Zhao Xingchen froze for a moment watching his actions.
Just as he was thinking, he heard the sound of metal scraping against the ground.
Tap, tap, tap, there were footsteps.
The sound suggested more than one person.
Zhao Xingchen clicked his tongue twice, taking two steps back, then turned to find he could retreat no further.
Then he stopped his steps.
Taking off his outerwear, he asked while doing so,
"You caused this?"
Huo Ci lowered his eyelids, lazily replied,
"Probably."
