Xiao Lin accompanied Xia Xue in patrolling the shops on the floor when suddenly someone patted him on the back. Reacting instinctively, Xiao Lin flipped around, grabbed the wrist from behind, and pulled forward, only to hear a girl crying out. "Xiangxiang?"
Xia Xue bent down to look at the face covered by hair, not quite sure, but the distinctive voice reminded her of that carefree little street girl.
"It's, it's me! Brother Xiao, let go of me. My arm's about to break." The girl cried out while trying to pull her arm back.
Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment and quickly let go of her hand. "Why are you scaring people from behind for no reason? You deserved the scare."
"I just wanted to surprise you. I've been here for a while, and finally, today I got to come out and play. Last time at the party, I couldn't even say a few words." Xun Xiangxiang muttered while rubbing her arm.
