Tang Yanqi didn't notice Sheng Jianan's actions. After finishing her conversation with the boy, she stood up, and the two of them slowly walked toward the mouth of the alley.
Not long after leaving the little spicy hotpot stall, Sheng Jianan's expression of disdain reappeared. Earlier, with relatively fewer people around, it seemed bearable, but after a few steps, as the crowd thickened and the smells of oil and smoke emerged, Young Master Sheng was instantly displeased again.
Taking Tang Yanqi's hand, he quickened his pace towards the alley's exit. Just as Sheng Jianan felt the air was slightly fresher, he suddenly heard a burst of crackling sounds from inside the alley.
Tang Yanqi also quickly turned her head. Everyone on Snack Street was looking inward, but no one knew what was happening. They only heard a sharp cry.
Before Sheng Jianan could gather his thoughts, the person whose hand he was holding had already disappeared.
