"Get lost,"
Zhao Xiwen shook off her hand and, leaning on the wall, walked down the steps slowly and heavily, while Su Mo and company had already descended the stairs and disappeared from their view.
"I'm sorry, I... I just wanted to help you because you seemed so alone,"
Chu Mengyao's eyes reddened, and Ai Yang walked over to her side and pulled her, "Let's go, Mengyao, why bother with her?"
"You guys go ahead," she broke free from his grasp and called out gently to Mo Yan at the bottom of the stairs, "I'm fine, you guys hurry on."
She stubbornly stood beside Zhao Xiwen to accompany her down the stairs slowly, and seeing this, Mo Yan nodded and led his people away first.
The burly man following behind Zhao Xiwen was already impatient. Air hummed from his garlic-like nose, and as he spit on the steps, he muttered, "Such dilly-dallying, what a hassle."