Soon.
She couldn't see where each bullet was heading, but every time she lifted her hand, she could hear a muffled grunt not too far away.
The hits were all in non-critical areas, with two bullets merely grazing an arm as they passed.
Yeh Hannian touched the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth and laughed, "Are you teasing me?"
Nan Jiaojiao put the gun back behind his waist.
"Next time, make your acting more convincing, don't embarrass yourself."
"Okay!"
Yeh Hannian caught up to her, "You teach me, I remember you were quite good at it, you had me running around in circles back then."
Nan Jiaojiao gave him a glance.
Yeh Hannian instinctively stepped back to avoid a hit, but his upper body still leaned forward, wanting to be closer, "How long has it been since we last saw each other, two years? Two and a half? How did you recognize me at a glance?"
Nan Jiaojiao said, "So, the matter of you chasing me on the street is just brushed over?"
