Seeing Ren Jingshu walking intimately with another boy, Zhao Yun felt as if everything before his eyes had turned green.
Perhaps noticing his green-eyed gaze, Ren Jingshu suddenly looked over.
"Zhao Yun? Is that really you? What are you doing here?"
Upon confirming it was Zhao Yun, Ren Jingshu could hardly hide her surprise.
Zhao Yun had been squatting, but when he saw the boy approaching as well, he immediately stood up and deliberately straightened his back.
Even if he had lost in love, he couldn't afford to lose in height and presence as well.
"Yo, Su Su, who is this guy?"
"Where do you think you're putting your hands? Get them off me!"
Seeing the boy put his hand back on Ren Jingshu's shoulder, Zhao Yun got angry.
The man didn't back down either, nonchalant and speaking with a Beijing accent, "Who are you to care where I put my hand? I will even kiss her; do you believe me?"
As he spoke, he leaned his face towards Ren Jingshu's.
"CNM!"
