Gu Chaohan lifted his eyes and followed the direction he was pointing.
Indeed, he saw her figure and two people who looked like bodyguards, who were blocking her.
They seemed to be entangled in something, but from this angle, he couldn't see the expression on her face at all.
"Shen Chizheng, don't you remember me..."
Su Yan shouted at the car in front of her, her eyes filled with tears that mixed with the cold rain streaming down.
As it slid past her lips, some seeped in, tasting salty and bitter.
"Miss, you're putting us in a difficult position." The bodyguard seemed unwilling to lose his temper with her, continuously advising her calmly.
Yet seeing her persistently entangled, he lightly pushed her.
Su Yan, who was injured and had stumbled down the stairs, was already low on strength. This push made her lose balance and she fell to the ground.
Old injuries not yet healed, now add new wounds.
