Gu Zixuan was walking with the person in the security uniform.
Since it was just past ten, the home shopping mall was too upscale, and the consumer base was limited, even if open, it wouldn't have much foot traffic.
So she didn't mind.
This lack of concern led her to overlook the security guard's low-pressed hat brim and the act of raising his hand as if coughing due to a cold, but actually covering his face from the camera.
She realized something was wrong when she turned a corner by the furniture section.
The excessively quiet environment, combined with the large integrated cabinets around, though there was no reason for an accident in such a high-end mall, made her keenly aware of some unease.
A sentence, "Where's Feng Chengjin?" hadn't been asked?
Seeming to sense her hesitant pace, the security guard turned around, using a cloth with a strong scent prepared in his pocket to cover her nose.
The strong man's strength made Gu Zixuan unable to escape quickly.
