Bo Jinghang was constantly observing her actions, instinctively following her gaze as she glanced back.
Tightening his grip on her hand, he asked in a low voice, "Xiaoqian?"
Qin Yiren furrowed her brows in confusion, taking a moment to look around carefully.
The supermarket was bustling with people, the scent of life making it feel cozy; everyone was busy picking out ingredients, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
So...
Had she been feeling watched since just now because she was too sensitive? Or had Bo Jinghang unwittingly attracted another admirer?
Suppressing the indescribable vexation in her heart, Qin Yiren lifted the corners of her lips and said warmly, "It's nothing, I might have been mistaken."
"Are you really OK?"
Bo Jinghang looked down at her, his handsome brows slightly knitted.
