Li Qiang suddenly turned around and walked right into Wang Tingting's arms. Wang Tingting's prominent nose collided directly with Li Qiang's firm chest, causing her to sharply inhale from the pain.
"Are you okay?" Li Qiang asked, somewhat embarrassed.
Wang Tingting rubbed her nose, tears of pain welling up at the corners of her eyes, "What do you think? Why are you so damn solid, it hurts like hell!"
Wang Tingting felt her nose throbbing with a sour, uncomfortable sensation.
Li Qiang stretched out his hand and massaged the sore area for her, "Sorry, I didn't know you were behind me. If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have crashed into you."
Although Li Qiang's tone was full of self-reproach, in truth, he wasn't thinking that way at all. He didn't even know how long Wang Tingting had been standing behind him. She moved so silently, and now she was throwing a royal fit after bumping into him.
