Lu Jinghong's face turned frighteningly pale.
It was as if all the blood in his body had solidified and was instantly drawn out.
Suddenly, she gasped for air, her body stiffened, and she shivered. She looked at him in horror.
Lu huaijiang didn't say anything and only took some snacks from the table. He squatted down and fed Jiang huailu mouthful by mouthful. "Do you want some tea?" Even though his voice was cold, anyone could hear the gentleness in it.
"Jinghong, what's wrong? This is brother Lu, Lulu's friend." Yang pinfeng saw his pale face and hurriedly helped him up.
As soon as she got close, she felt that he was shaking badly.
"Don't touch me!" Lu Jinghong slapped yang pingfeng's hand away reflexively.
"What are you doing? We're both boys, so petty." Yang pinfeng was a little unhappy.
