Song Baiyan sat in the car, his eyes gazing at the receding figure in the side mirror, before he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.
Tang Li walked about ten meters away when she accidentally kicked a brick.
It didn't make her fall, but it made her stop abruptly.
Then, her shoulder was grabbed, and her body turned slightly.
Looking at the man's shirt close at hand and the slightly raised cuff of his suit, Tang Li's swirling emotions had yet to settle down. Like a child wandering alone late at night, her expression was tinged with confusion and helplessness, yet there was also a hint of childish stubbornness.
"It's almost midnight, you don't want a ride, planning to walk back to school like this?"
There seemed to be a faint sigh in Song Baiyan's words.
As if she was just a rebellious younger relative.
This realization made Tang Li unwilling to accept his affection: "I can walk back."
At worst, she could walk all night back to school.
