Lin Mengya turned around and looked thoughtfully back at the crowd behind her.

It was strange. She had an intuition that someone was watching her.

It was very strange to be watched. Despite her sharp sixth sense, she found no one when she turned around to have a look.

Could it be that she was a little too sensitive?

"What's wrong?" Xiaoyu, who returned after going to the pastry shop cheerfully to buy the signature rosa multiflora ...