Chen Qiaoqiao, also delayed in her reaction, quickly pushed Wang Jie's hand away and hurried towards the inside of the fitting room.
With a puzzled and astonished face, Song Zhaoxin stared at Wang Jie with wide-open eyes.
"Spill it, what's the situation with you two? If you're not boyfriend and girlfriend, what else could it be? Are you trying to play the fool with me, huh?"
Wang Jie was speechless. It wasn't on purpose at all; it was completely accidental.
After all, he had hurt her; it wasn't right to just walk away like that.
Unable to explain properly, Wang Jie turned around intending to leave the place immediately, but Song Zhaoxin instantly became upset.
She abruptly blocked Wang Jie's way and then rushed up to bump into his shoulder, pouting and looking into his eyes.
"There, now you've bumped into me and it hurts. You should at least rub it for me, right?"
