After running quite far, Shi Yu finally realized what she had done.
She hurriedly let go of Chen Shaojie's hand.
Both of them were a little shy, and for a moment, they didn't dare to look into each other's eyes.
Chen Shaojie stood there stiff and straight, with his hands at his pants seam, maintaining a military stance.
The place Shi Yu had held felt like it was burning, as if it was on fire.
He stammered, "No need to run. They can't beat me."
He wouldn't let anyone bully Shi Yu.
Not to mention, Shi Yu was his partner, and he had the responsibility to protect her.
Even if they were just strangers, it was only right to lend a hand when seeing injustice.
Shi Yu inwardly cursed, "fool," "If it ends up at the police station, I'm afraid it might affect your job."
Barefoot people don't fear those wearing shoes.
Those people were all rascals, and they didn't have as much as they did.
Getting entangled with rascals often resulted in them losing out.
