"God damn it, my shirt just got torn apart?" A man exclaimed not far away, his previously intact shirt now missing a sleeve and with several buttons ripped off from the front.
A spark lit up in Jian Qing's eyes as the thought she was wavering on turned into determination instantly.
In this perilous situation, it was better for her to leave first.
As she walked away, Jian Qing was thinking about a nice dessert to snack on.
"Jian Qing, Jian Qing..."
Upon hearing someone calling her name, Jian Qing snapped out of her dessert oblivion and turned around to see.
Amidst the crowd, she saw a petite figure overcome obstacles and waved frantically towards her.
"Jian Qing!" A bright smile under the sunlight stood out exceptionally sweet.
Once she recognized who it was, Jian Qing sighed.
Was she really this destined to cross paths with people from the Quan family?
