After finishing the last phone call, Chu Liangxia let out a sigh and collapsed onto the sofa.
Feng Ziheng pushed the door open and saw a listless Chu Liangxia mumbling to herself on the couch, not making any sense.
Approaching her, he realized that she was cursing Jing Tianchen.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Ziheng asked symbolically next to her.
"Umm..."
Chu Liangxia, hearing the noise, climbed up from the sofa.
Her short hair was extremely messy, obscuring most of her face. She blinked her clear, watery eyes and reluctantly pursed her lips before diving into Feng Ziheng's arms.
"That damn Jing Tianchen..."
Chu Liangxia grumbled angrily.
Feng Ziheng was taken aback, looking down at the person in his arms, her hand grasping his clothes, her small head resting against his chest, her body soft and boneless, with a faint lingering fragrance.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Feng Ziheng comforted her by patting her back.