"Qiaoqiao..."
At this moment, a voice filled with urgency and surprise was heard.
Shen Manjun, who had been standing behind the police, suddenly squeezed out from the inside, and hurriedly ran towards Lu Tianxing.
Hearing the voice, Lu Tianxing raised his head and immediately saw a familiar delicate and charming face appear in his sight. Instinctively, he wanted to throw Qiaoqiao away from his hands, silently cursing his bad luck – how could he have run into Shen Manjun? Now, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he couldn't wash this away; it seemed he'd never shake off the lecherous label.
At this moment, Shen Manjun's face was full of anxiety. When she saw the person holding Qiaoqiao was Lu Tianxing, she paused. Upon seeing Qiaoqiao with both her arms wrapped around Lu Tianxing's neck, and her whole body lying on his back, an undeniable anger flashed in her anxious eyes.
