Cenhuan's eyes were filled with urgency. Thinking of that man being over there made her whole body feel uncomfortable. She was eager to leave this place now.
"I'll have someone take you home," Lin Yue said, holding Cenhuan's hand. Seeing the paleness on Cenhuan's face, she wasn't comfortable with Cenhuan going back alone.
After looking around, she waved to Lin Jinfang, who appeared among the crowd.
"Brother, can you help take Huanhuan back for me?" Lin Yue whined, holding onto Lin Jinfang's hand.
Cenhuan glanced at Lin Jinfang and instinctively wanted to refuse, but when she looked up and saw Lin Yue's gaze on her, she could only apologize to Lin Jinfang, "Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Lin."
"Yueyue's friends are my friends," Lin Jinfang smiled at her, then led Cenhuan outside.
Cenhuan clutched her bag tightly, her head always lowered, as if she were avoiding someone.
"Sorry for the trouble," Cenhuan said once again in a low voice while getting into the car.
