For dinner, Zhou Fan bought two boxed meals. After eating with Chen Yao, he walked off to the side alone to have a smoke.
Chen Yao didn't dare to sit there by herself, so she moved to a spot not far from Zhou Fan, pretending to watch the scenery outside the window.
As a beauty of Chen Yao's caliber, she had long since become immune to the stares of others. For some reason, however, those two men today gave her a strange feeling. It was as if they weren't ordinary people.
Zhou Fan, of course, saw Chen Yao and guessed what she was thinking. He didn't say anything, but simply beckoned her over.
Seeing this, Chen Yao hurried over. After all, she felt much safer by Zhou Fan's side, which was why she had been waiting for him to call her over.
"Still trying to act so proud? You're clearly scared, but you wouldn't come over on your own. Did you have to wait for me to call you?" Zhou Fan said with a smile, giving Chen Yao's nose a helpless pinch.
