Zhan Nanqing slapped the sofa hard, grinding her teeth as she spoke:
"First, he put on a surprised look, saying how heartbroken he was to see my injured foot and wanted to take care of me personally. That wasn't enough—he immediately put on a fake expression and, while talking, tried to lend me a hand and escort me to the research institute."
When Qiao Jing heard that Zhou Yunze had tried to physically support Zhan Nanqing, she furrowed her brows tightly.
"And then? Did he end up touching you?"
She had kept dressing up as a man, including the last time, to keep Zhou Yunze away from Zhan Nanqing, and she could feel that her warnings had indeed had an effect.
But this time Zhou Yunze had actually gone directly to Purple Garden, which definitely indicated a problem.
Zhan Nanqing rolled her eyes speechlessly, grabbed a cushion from beside her, and started to jab it furiously, occasionally slapping it a few times as if it were Zhou Yunze.
