All of this happened so suddenly that apart from Song Qiao, who herself had not yet reacted, even the person who was hit did not expect someone to rush over and bump into him so hastily.
The phone in her hand had already fallen to one side due to inertia, causing Song Qiao to frown involuntarily. Just as she was about to get up to pick up her phone, she saw a pair of large, slender hands that clearly belonged to a man appear in front of her.
Song Qiao was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked up, meeting the sight of a handsome face. Upon seeing the man's features clearly, she immediately froze in place.
"Sorry, it was my fault for not looking ahead. Are you alright?" The man's deep and mellow voice sounded, though lacking the sexiness of Jingchen's voice, it was nevertheless very pleasant to hear. With a hint of regret on his face, he looked as if he truly believed the fault was his.
