When Qing Yinqi's name was mentioned, the assassin's face suddenly changed.
Lin Beichen was particularly sensitive to killing intent.
Upon hearing Qing Yinqi's name, the killing intent from the man instantly locked onto Qing Yinqi, losing interest in him instead.
"Could it be that I'm just a smokescreen, and they are actually trying to create chaos through me, with the real target being Qing Yinqi?"
Lin Beichen's eyebrows had just furrowed, but they immediately relaxed.
Whatever he intended to do, encountering him would only be a waste of effort.
"Senior, what should we do now?"
Qing Yinqi's pretty face turned pale, and her small hands gripped Lin Beichen's arm tightly, her voice trembling slightly.
No matter how famous she was outside, without the aura, she was still just a new university student.
She would panic in the face of chaos, lose sleep under pressure.
And she would be just as scared when facing an assassin.
