Qiao Jing glared at Zhan Qipei and pursed her red lips, saying, "You're never serious. You may relish it, but I am not willing!"
This man, despite his injuries, seemed to have boundless energy.
From around ten last night, he had kept her busy until two or three in the early morning, with no signs of stopping.
If she hadn't timely intervened, striking him unconscious with a karate chop, he would likely have kept going all night!
If that had happened, the matter wouldn't have been as simple as just reopening the wound. It was probable that his leg, if not crippled, would suffer some lasting effects.
While she was thinking this, Qiao Jing's phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up and saw that it was from Xu Moqian, and casually pressed to answer.
As soon as the call connected, Xu Moqian's eager voice came through, "Sister Jing, I heard you were back. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
