Weak Chicken opened his mouth, about to howl—
Ji You raised her hand and sharply chopped at his neck with the edge of her hand, silencing Weak Chicken's shriek in his throat. Ji You thought she'd frightened him into submission. She slightly relaxed her grip, intending to haul him over and keep a close watch, lest the guy sneak away when she wasn't paying attention—
But then—
The moment she loosened her grip, Weak Chicken, slippery as an eel, twisted his body, about to slip from Ji You's control. Ji You clenched her hand and lifted him up: "Dare to run?"
Weak Chicken's eyes widened and suddenly: "Yingyingying~"
"Ahhh!!!"
"Murder!!!"
With his howl, the lively atmosphere Cheng Yu had cleverly stirred up at the scene froze once again.
Ji You: "..."
Cheng Yu hurriedly diverted the topic, continuing with his witty remarks, shifting the onlookers' attention away.
Here, Ji You stared at Weak Chicken with eyes that could no longer be described as merely dangerous, but—
