Windsor suddenly stormed past them in anger.
Zhou Yun asked in surprise, "What's wrong with her?"
"Shasha!" Wen Bing chased after her, grabbed Windsor's wrist, and said helplessly, "You misunderstood, I don't know that person at all, we just exchanged greetings, don't be angry."
Windsor discontentedly shook off Wen Bing's hand and said, "Is greeting someone a reason to put your hand on them? Wen Bing, don't take me for a fool!"
Wen Bing: "It's not like I asked her to put her hand on me. I hadn't even had time to react before you saw it. Otherwise, I would have definitely told her to move her hand."
Windsor: "I don't believe you!"
The two of them argued back and forth for quite a while.
Everyone around them was looking at them.
Wen Bing grabbed Windsor's arms with both hands, lowered his voice, and said, "Can we talk about this later when we get home? Everyone is watching now."
Windsor's eyes reddened, and she didn't say anything more.
