Lu Ming suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.
With a seemingly indifferent expression, he slowly lowered his gaze, concealing a flicker of pain in his eyes.
He took strides towards the room.
Jing Yiren knew that Lu Ming was upset, so she had chosen to return to her room to avoid angering him further.
She quietly changed her shoes and headed for the living room.
Doing her best to go unnoticed, she gradually ascended the stairs.
As she passed by the dining room, Jing Yiren saw that none of the dishes on the table had been touched.
The food had gone cold.
A pang of guilt passed over Jing Yiren's heart.
Her uncle, probably tired of waiting for her and worried about her not returning home, must have left to find her without having his dinner.
Jing Yiren bit her lip, her expression gloomy.
She suddenly blamed herself. Why had she wasted so much time chatting with Yue Feng?
Why hadn't she protected herself, allowing Yue Feng to take liberties with her and even kiss her?
