At night, it's time once again to tussle over who stays at whose place.
Although Wen Fucheng didn't invite her, that didn't stop Ying Jing from bringing her pillow upstairs.
Yes, let's just pretend he's air, and the air invited her.
Ying Jing changed into her pajamas and confidently carried her pillow upstairs.
She pressed the doorbell a few times, then pushed the door open and entered.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash inside the room, startling her. She was dumbfounded as she looked at Zhang Yang sprawled on the floor and Wen Fucheng standing by the window.
What's going on?
"Assistant Zhang, are you alright!"
Zhang Yang clutched his chest, his expression kind of indescribable, like he had been constipated for two or three days.
"Oh, I'm fine. Miss Ying, you're here! Come in and sit."
Ying Jing wanted to reach out and help him up.
But Zhang Yang shouted energetically at her.
"Don't move."
Her hand stopped halfway in the air.
