The man's footsteps were a bit hurried and frantic. Although that back figure only gave him a sense of familiarity, he didn't know who the face in front of it belonged to, making him so impulsive.
Yet, a voice echoed in his heart, urging him to go after her and stop the woman ahead.
Taking three steps as two, he directly chased after her. When he reached the street lamp at the corner, he stretched out his hand and caught up with the woman, grabbing her hand and forcing her to turn around.
However, upon seeing the woman's face, disappointment surfaced on the man's face.
The woman appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Her looks were decent, but just decent.
Being suddenly grabbed, she was about to scold him, but upon seeing Xi Mohan's face, she was stunned, her eyes filled with surprise and she was momentarily speechless.
The woman swallowed, speaking with slight excitement, "Sir... sir, may I ask what you need?"
