Ying Jing was half-joking.
Wen Fucheng walked out of the car with one hand in his pocket.
The Hu City weather has been rapidly cooling down in recent days, and people on the streets are already wearing thick coats.
She was laughing.
He was listening to her antics.
"My little darling got bullied? Are you sure it's not the other way around?"
"No way, I was bullied, my hand hurts, it really hurts," Ying Jing said coyly, while watching the fierce man approach from behind, silently adjusting her posture.
Just as the fist swung towards her.
She tilted her head back and bent her body backward, forming an N-shape as she supported herself with one hand, while her other hand still held the phone talking to Wen Fucheng.
Her breathing was slightly heavier.
Ying Jing reported the address and didn't expect him to actually come. She thought he was in the Imperial City.
