"Do you know where he is?"
Chen Chong stared fixedly at Lin Xiaoman.
He sensed something strange about this girl.
In fact, Chen Chong had been watching her from the moment he boarded the ship. After all, this was his main reason for coming here today.
Yet with his powers of observation, he could find nothing wrong with Lin Xiaoman. She was much the same as he remembered: a pretty but ordinary high school girl.
But how could an ordinary high school girl walk right up behind him without him noticing?
Chen Chong kept his expression calm, but his entire body had already tensed.
Lin Xiaoman seemed unaware. In her usual gentle voice, she said, "I know. I just saw him go outside."
"Is that so? He hasn't come back after all this time? Then I'll go find him."
Chen Chong pretended to move around her and leave.
Lin Xiaoman suddenly reached out to grab him. Chen Chong raised his hand like lightning and clamped down on her wrist.
Her wrist was slender and smooth beneath his fingers—he could snap it with one squeeze. There seemed to be nothing unusual about it.
Chen Chong's gaze darkened. "What are you doing?"
Lin Xiaoman frowned slightly and let him hold her hand. "I want to ask you for a favor."
"What favor?"
"Help me persuade He Bufan to stop bothering me."
Lin Xiaoman spoke in a low voice.
"He's bothering you? How?"
Chen Chong frowned.
Lin Xiaoman explained, "Ever since the last class reunion, I said a few extra words to him, and he seems to have misunderstood something.
"He keeps calling my home, offering to drive me to and from work, and he even followed me to my company to practice dancing with me—
"It's caused me a lot of trouble.