Who would be so bored to do this?
Yan Zao frowned in contemplation, and Wen Jing, afraid that she would worry, said, "Zaozao, you don't need to deal with this matter anymore. Zhou Sicheng, that guy, told me that Yu Yesang's injury isn't serious, it's just a superficial wound that won't leave any scars. I won't end up in jail over this."
As she spoke, her flickering eyes betrayed her calm.
Yan Zao wasn't unaware of her inherently timid nature, she pursed her lips into a smile, reached out to pat Wen Jing's hand, and soothed her, "I'll take care of this matter; you don't need to worry."
Since the news was spread online, it was impossible not to trace the source.
Wen Jing nodded, "Yeah, I'm not worried. The worst they can do is lock me up for a few days. They can't possibly sentence me to jail for this."
The second part of her statement was clearly insincere.
The meat she was ready to eat was put back onto the plate.
It was clear how anxious she was and how uncertain she felt.
