Zhao Anan ran out of Mu Qing's apartment like a gust of wind and ran past Zheng Jing without even noticing him.
Zheng Jing caught up with her, limping, when he saw that she had disappeared.
The two of them had been at home for more than an hour, and he had to wait downstairs for so long that his legs were numb from standing.
She didn't know what Mu Qing had done, but Zhao Anan was still blushing even though she was so thick-skinned.
Zheng Jing felt miserable. The couple had been having fun all the time, but they had been living a happy life. But he had become Zhao Anan's full-time bodyguard. He had been under the sun for more than an hour. He was sweating and his stomach was rumbling.
He caught up with her and shouted,"Anan, wait for me!" He said.
"Zheng Jing?" Zhao Anan turned around in surprise.
Aren't they running into each other a little too frequently recently?
"What are you doing here?"
