"Can you slow down?"
Fang Anning was being dragged stumblingly, almost twisting her ankle.
Finally, He Tingchen stopped. But Fang Anning couldn't stop in time and crashed into his back.
"Ouch, that really hurts."
Fang Anning clutched her forehead, wincing in pain.
He Tingchen frowned, lifted her chin to look at her forehead, and with a look of disgust said, "So useless, it's turning red just from a bump."
After speaking, he rudely rubbed it for her.
However, he used too much strength, and it hurt even more.
Fang Anning quickly freed her forehead from his hand with a pitiful complaint: "Are you trying to murder me?"
The man looked at her with a solemn face.
Fang Anning could only say in a small, aggrieved voice, "It really hurts."
"Deserved it."
The man dropped those two words and turned to continue walking on.
Fang Anning pouted, such rage, could it be because of the argument he just had with He Min?
