Ying Jing's hand was wrapped up like a big pig's trotter.
She sat cross-legged on the balcony.
Someone who didn't know might think her leg was injured.
Ziyue bought a lot of fruit for her, making a big fruit platter and placing it on the small table.
The phone lay on her thigh, and she fiddled with it with one hand.
Knowing that Xiao Qinghe leaked the news about her injury made Ying Jing really angry.
She specially opened a small account to check Xiao Qinghe's homepage.
Theoretically, there was nothing wrong with the statement, nor did it mention her name.
But with careful scrutiny, people could easily figure out it was her who had the accident.
This lady's tea-talk was very unappealing.
Could Xiao Qinghe really think Ying Jing would be grateful to her for this?
Now Ying Zenan is here, and Wen Fucheng is here too.
Huh.
Thinking of this, Ying Jing suddenly realized. She was excited enough to slap her thigh.
Goodness, after all, they were waiting for her here.
