The deadly silence spread through the hallway.
Lu Zishu's shock and surprise.
Ying Jing froze in place, her mind already scripting a grand drama.
She pursed her lips to prevent herself from laughing too hard.
If people had tails, hers would have spiraled up to the sky by now.
Stand firm, don't let your legs go weak.
Clench your teeth and try not to laugh too loudly.
You are a goddess, maintain your image.
In public, mind your words and actions.
But Wen Fucheng called her his wife.
She couldn't hold it in anymore.
Couldn't wait to get rid of Lu Zishu.
"Do you still have anything to say?"
Lu Zishu looked at her with a resentful gaze, making Ying Jing feel like some kind of heartbreaker.
She seemed to have done nothing to him!
They parted amicably, didn't they?
Didn't they already say everything that needed to be said at the club?
"You..."
Lu Zishu wasn't sure why, but now every time he saw Ying Jing, his eyes would follow her involuntarily.
