"Get lost!" Xia Chuqing hurled a pack of tissues at him.
The boy dodged, avoiding the flying tissues, but still couldn't help asking with concern, "Are you really crying? Who bullied you? Where's that lunatic? Watch me beat him up."
"He left when you came?" Xia Chuqing asked.
"Who? When I arrived, there was a man at the door, but he didn't seem crazy. Suited and booted, quite handsome actually." Song Heng thought for a bit, "Oh, and he asked me to give you your phone, said he picked it up."
"Song Heng, do you even have a brain? Are you a pig?" Xia Chuqing was furious.
"Miss Xia, I really can't figure out you women's thoughts, including yours!" Song Heng said, "Eh, could it be that man was—?"
"Did you bring an umbrella?"
"Yes, I did."
"Fine, leave the umbrella and you can get lost."
