Zhang Lingying was kissed and even she herself was stunned.
Blinking blankly, she saw Lu Jing in front of her smile, a devilishly charming expression on his face, "Can you tell me now where you live? If you don't, I really will take you home."
"Qin, Qin Family Villa." Zhang Lingying, as if possessed by a ghost, was intimidated by him and honestly confessed where she lived.
Hearing this, Lu Jing's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was not quite satisfied with her living in Qin Nanyu's villa.
Just as he was about to say something, a force had already pushed him away. Before he could react, Leng Jian's fist had already smashed into his face.
Lu Jing's head was turned to the side, and a hint of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Regaining his senses and about to retaliate, Leng Jian had already grabbed his collar, pressing him against the car door, his voice cold and deep, "She's drunk, are you drunk too? What were you just doing?"
