"You can't leave." The girl looked at Xu Ke with resentment and said.
"Let go." Xu Ke glanced at his own clothes being grabbed. Because the girl was holding on too tightly, wrinkles had already appeared where he was grabbed.
"I won't let go, you troublemaker. You caused me to break up with my boyfriend. You must give me an explanation today." The girl clung onto Xu Ke's clothes persistently.
Before Xu Ke could say anything, the onlookers couldn't listen any longer. "What's wrong with you, young lady? What does your breakup have to do with this young man? I know breaking up is hard, but you can't just blame someone randomly." An older man standing in the crowd looked at Xu Ke, who was being grabbed, with sympathy and said.
"If you've lost your boyfriend, go after him. Grabbing this young man won't get you a boyfriend back." An older woman in the crowd, who had watched the commotion from beginning to end, couldn't help but speak up.
