"Hey, Chuqing." There was no sound on the other end.
Xiao Mo looked at Xia Chuqing coldly, then glanced at the phone, Song Heng.
"What are you doing, Xiao Mo? I said someone's picking me up, why are you still clinging to me like a stubborn plaster? You must be really drunk. Let go of me or I'll call for help!" Xia Chuqing threatened him.
There were duty teachers in the library, and if a teacher saw a student being harassed, they would definitely intervene.
The rain was pouring down, and bursts of cold wind slipped into Xia Chuqing's collar. Standing at the entrance for a while, she felt a bit cold and shivered through her body.
Xiao Mo just watched her, remaining silent.
Xia Chuqing felt creeped out by his stare, somewhat fearful and apprehensive.
Drunk people are terrifying, and Xiao Mo's eyes were bloodshot, emitting a chill colder than the evening breeze.
