Chu Jing didn't finish speaking, but she was laughing to herself. 'I'd already sent Bai Ling to follow him in secret, with three umbrellas prepared and everything. What could possibly happen?'
But Ming Luo had taken her words to heart.
He looked as if he'd been struck by lightning, shuddering violently. Without another word, he turned and bolted. His shoes weren't on straight and his cuffs were still caked with mud. His retreating figure was a desperate, wretched sight, like a young beast cornered by a hunter.
Chu Jing crossed her arms, a cold smirk on her face as she shook her head and sighed. "Tsk. He's quite handsome, but just terrible with words."
"I can talk! I really can!"
Qiu Ye immediately sidled up to her with a grin, his face so close that the tip of his nose almost brushed her ear. He had a fawning look on his face. "Little Yuan, don't you worry. I'm brilliant with words—more brilliant than you were back when you convinced our teacher a dog ate your homework!"
