Lu Jing's complexion turned gloomy in an instant.
Without a second thought, he stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Lingying by the arm, and forcefully pulled her away from Leng Jian, his voice a low growl.
"Zhang Lingying, do you have any idea what you're doing?"
Zhang Lingying was shouted at until her eardrums ached, feeling somewhat dazed.
She tried to shake him off, but Lu Jing's grip was so strong that she couldn't break free.
"I'll kiss whomever I want, what's that to you..." she instinctively wanted to curse at him, but as she looked up into his eyes, which were sinister and reddened with anger, the words she had been about to say were choked back by fear.
The expression on Lu Jing's face suggested that if she dared to talk back again, he would twist her neck on the spot.
His face was the picture of murderous intent.
Zhang Lingying cowardly shrank back, trying hard to not look as guilty as she felt.
