His gaze was fixed tightly on Mu Zhenzhen, noticing that when the man turned his face, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, yet there was a hint of disappointment.
The big hand within his sleeve involuntarily tightened a bit.
"Jiaqi, shall we go?"
Just then, the red light turned green, and Mu Zhenzhen turned her head to Huo Jiaqi and said, then strode across the street.
The man on the other side was still on the phone, and Mu Zhenzhen felt inexplicably nervous as she passed by him.
But the aura from the man was nothing like Mo Xingyuan's.
This person bore no resemblance to Mo Xingyuan whatsoever.
She actually mistook him.
A sour feeling welled up in her heart.
Mu Zhenzhen no longer had any interest in shopping.
"Zhenzhen, let me take you home."
Huo Jiaqi, who had been following closely by her side, suddenly stopped and spoke to her.
"Okay." Mu Zhenzhen agreed without hesitation.
Huo Jiaqi's expression slightly stiffened when she agreed so quickly.
