As he approached, Jiang Tao noticed He Jing's face was slightly flushed, as if she had been drinking.
He had shared meals with He Jing a few times and knew that she usually didn't drink.
"Jiang, Brother Jiang? It really is you."
Hearing Jiang Tao call her name again confirmed that the person in front of her was indeed Brother Jiang.
He Jing's complicated emotions of grievances and helplessness that had been building up all night burst forth like a dam breaking, uncontrollable.
Crystal tears fell without warning from her beautiful big eyes, streaking down her fair cheeks.
She didn't wail, just bit her lower lip slightly, crying silently.
That pitiable, tear-streaked appearance would evoke protective instincts in any normal man.
The appearance of Jiang Tao and He Jing's obvious reliance and grievance reaction abruptly halted the mocking laughter of Cai Zihang and his companions.
