Jiang Minghua Was About to Go Crazy From Anger
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Wu Rui sized her up. Her makeup was exquisite, her face was beautiful, and she was dressed fashionably. However, there were some bruises on her feet.
"Did something happen?"
The woman said aggrievedly, "I had a fight with my boyfriend. In a fit of anger, I decided to run away from home. Now, I'm unlucky enough to encounter such a thing. Sir, please help me. I'll borrow your phone for a while."
Wu Rui listened to her aggrieved voice that seemed like she was about to cry, and he felt a pang of sympathy. He handed the phone to her.
The woman was very grateful and took the phone away.
Suddenly, Wu Rui felt a stinging pain on his forehead, and his arm, as if there were mosquitos that had bitten him. He touched his arm.
This didn't feel right.
Mosquito bites wouldn't cause numbness.
But by the time he realized the danger, it was already too late.