Shaking off the people, Ying Jing straightened up and sat down on the nearby bench.
Calm as if the intense confrontation just now had nothing to do with her.
Ji Xian coughed several times, and for a moment, she really felt that Ying Jing wanted to kill her.
Does Wen Fucheng know she's like this? What kind of monster does he actually like?
A familiar figure appeared in the corridor, and before Ying Jing could see clearly.
Wen Fucheng enveloped her in his arms.
Protected her under his wings, and the first thing he said was, "Are you okay!"
"I'm fine!"
With his words, everything was worth it.
Ying Jing wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned closer, and whispered into his ear.
"Rest assured, I'm totally fine. Your wife isn't that easy to bully."
His worries were swept away by her words; he lowered his head and gave Ying Jing's lips a restrained kiss, a brief touch before pulling away.
With a cold glance from Wen Fucheng, Ji Xian instinctively stepped back.
