Gao Han finally broke through the crowd, rushing out.
Looking at his anxious back, Wang Ya snorted coldly, not caring at all.
"Ranran."
The familiar voice, rather than making Ye Ranran turn around, instead made her walk even faster.
But she was willing yet powerless. After only a couple of steps, her feet began to wobble.
"Be careful." One quickly held her up.
When there was nobody around, Ye Ranran finally leaned comfortably against One's body without any ambiguity, no impropriety, just pure reliance.
However, seeing their intimate posture, Gao Han's face looked a bit strange: "Ranran, he is..."
"Is there something you want?" Ye Ranran replied without answering.
Actually, she didn't want to deal with Gao Han. If she could move freely, she definitely wouldn't pay him mind.
But she couldn't escape now, she couldn't possibly have One carry her, right? Hence, she had to face him.
What was destined to come, was always inescapable.