By the time she reacted, she stood up anxiously, holding onto the railing, but there was no sign of him below.
"Hey!" she was startled.
She just rejected him, nothing more.
It wasn't the first time; did he really have to do something like this?
Or is this what he means by proof?
Filled with worry, Cheng Qingyan felt her heart racing.
"Si Yang!" she shouted twice, but the river surface was calm, and she saw nothing.
The waiter heard her voice and came over, asking, "Ma'am, do you need help?"
"He jumped down!" Cheng Qingyan pointed below.
The waiter glanced down, and Cheng Qingyan said, "Call the police quickly."
Even if she didn't like him, his death would cause her a lot of trouble.
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a person suddenly emerging from the calm river.
He was already soaked, the wet shirt clinging to his body, wet hair plastered behind his ears.
Normally, he seemed unremarkable, but in this state, his features looked exceptionally handsome.
