It wasn't that Jing Yiren was petty. If Lu Ming had given her a call at that time, she would have generously given everything to Yue Rou.
But Lu Ming didn't say a word about his intentions, and unilaterally decided to give away her cherished belongings.
And now, standing so far away from her, he might run away at any moment.
Thinking of how Lu Ming had stormed off earlier, Jing Yiren felt herself growing angry.
Seeing Jing Yiren almost about to cry, it finally dawned on Lu Ming what was going on.
He hurriedly approached her and gently stroked her head.
"It was a special situation, it's okay that she took it!"
"That was a gift from you to me!"
"I can give you many more gifts in the future!"
"Really?" Jing Yiren puckered her small mouth, tightly clasping Lu Ming's waist, daring him to run away.
"Of course! I'll give you anything you want!"
Jing Yiren raised her moist eyes and gazed steadily at Lu Ming.
