Song Guanchao quickly helped her.
Just then, a tall and skinny man, tattooed, wearing torn jeans and a black T-shirt, about thirty years old, came out from the next restroom.
Song Guanchao remembered the man's appearance.
He was about to chase after him when Cheng Xiang suddenly appeared.
His eyes were wide and round, looking at the two somewhat dumbfounded: "You two..."
Chen Yirou hurriedly left Song Guanchao's embrace, awkwardly explaining, "We didn't do anything."
"Relax, I'm tight-lipped, I won't tell Yiren anything."
Cheng Xiang assured, patting his chest.
"I already said, there's nothing going on!"
Chen Yirou was furious, this idiot, can't he understand human language!
"Alright, stop talking about this."
Song Guanchao interrupted her, now was not the time to discuss these things.
If they didn't catch up, who knows where that guy would run off to.
He immediately gave chase.
Chen Yirou snapped out of it, hurriedly following.
