The electric scooter whizzed past her.
Ah Li instinctively stepped back, but stepped on the leather shoes of the person behind her, and when she turned around, she was already in Song Baiyan's arms, her back against the man's chest, with Song Baiyan's broad and warm palms still resting on her shoulders.
Over there, Ji Ming had already pushed open the car door and got out.
Back in the car, Tang Li was still somewhat shaken.
After a while, she suddenly remembered something and her gaze followed down Song Baiyan's trouser legs to his leather shoes. Just now, she had used quite a bit of force with that step.
Even though she looked slender, her height was there, and she weighed almost a hundred kilograms.
Song Baiyan noticed her gaze: "What's wrong?"
"…Nothing." Tang Li didn't voice her question because she knew that even if she had really hurt him, as a man and an older man, he wouldn't admit it in front of her.
Half an hour later, the sedan arrived at the Art College.
