Everything had happened too suddenly, and Lu He Yun was caught off guard. When he was thrown to the ground, he was stunned for a moment and did not stand up for a long time.
Mo Zhiyun sat on the sofa and calmly looked at him lying on the ground. His face seemed to be twisted because of the pain, and he could no longer feel the heartache and worry for him like before.
She had always felt sorry for Lu Heyun, but who would feel sorry for herself?
Cang Ming, the culprit who threw Lu He Yun to the ground, stood beside mo Zhi Yun. His hands were clenched into fists behind his back, ready to fight at any moment.
If he dared to touch miss mo again, he would be beaten to a pulp.
Lu Heyun seemed to have come back to his senses. He stood up from the ground and stared at her with his deep eyes. His thin lips were tightly pursed without saying a word.
