Seeing Ren Jingshu slapped, Zhao Yun's mind heated up, and he rushed over lifting his foot.
"Hey, why are you hitting people randomly!"
Hearing his voice, Ren Jingshu looked over in astonishment for a moment, then the next second she pretended not to recognize him and lowered her gaze.
Ren's mother sized up Zhao Yun with a scrutinizing eye, "Who are you?"
"I, I am just passing by. Can't you talk things out? Why resort to hitting someone?"
Ren's mother wasn't easy to fool. Her gaze fell on the roses Zhao Yun was holding, then glanced at Ren Jingshu, smiling with irony: "You're here for my daughter Jingshu, aren't you?"
"What Jingshu, moving Jingshu, I don't know her! I am just passing by. Don't hit people again, or I'll call the police!"
After the warning, Zhao Yun turned and left, not giving Ren Jingshu another glance, as if he really was just a passerby.
