"Run for it?"
Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the middle-aged man and woman in front of them.
Obviously, the girl who was now lying across Qin Heng's legs, urging him to run, must have been under some sort of duress, exploited by the couple in front.
However, Qin Heng showed no sign of noticing.
As if he hadn't felt the girl writing on his leg at all, he gently helped her up and smiled. "Fellow student, are you also from Beijing University?"
The girl was slightly stunned. A touch of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and she nodded somewhat helplessly, saying, "Yes, Beijing University, College of Literature, majoring in Editing and Publishing. I'm Wang Ruoxi, from Jiaxing."
