Ying Lin'er was questioning him...
But there was no response at all.
Just as the two of them passed through a crowded alley, Mu Fan suddenly grabbed Ying Lin'er's arm.
An irresistible force came through her arm.
Ying Lin'er had barely finished speaking when her eyes widened, and Mu Fan yanked her sideways into the alley.
"What are you doing?!"
Looking at the hand gripping her, the Seventh Princess was rarely this angry.
"Don't look behind us. Don't make a sound. Someone is tracking me."
Mu Fan spoke very seriously.
The Seventh Princess froze, her eyes wide.
"Huh?"
What kind of plot was this? Wasn't someone tracking her? Why was this Dingchuan Academy student suddenly telling her that someone was tracking him?
Seeing the surprise flash through Ying Lin'er's eyes, Mu Fan's gaze held a trace of guilt.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why either, but I may have dragged you into this. You can slip away from here now. Turn left twenty meters ahead, then go thirty meters and turn right. There's a small path that lets you cut through at an angle. There are no cameras there! I'll try to draw them away."
With the situation so urgent, Mu Fan could only do his best to make up for dragging some unknown girl into something that might have been directed at him.
"No!" Ying Lin'er interrupted him outright.
Was he kidding?
The Seventh Princess finally understood. This chance acquaintance named Mu Fan had actually spotted the tails behind them—and before she had, a professional intelligence operative.
What was going on? The shock in Ying Lin'er's heart refused to settle. If someone without professional intelligence training had such reflexes, just how terrifying was his perception?
But that thought only flashed through her mind. What truly left the Seventh Princess