Seeing Feng Yu's face turn from green to white, Qiao Zhiyi didn't want to say anymore.
Being treated as a joke by others was not what she desired.
She simply couldn't stand hearing people talk about Jingzhou behind his back, talk about her like that.
Now she truly felt that she and Jingzhou were united as one.
If someone spoke of her, they would speak of Jingzhou.
If people discussed Jingzhou, they would definitely bring her up as well.
She wasn't protecting Jingzhou, she was protecting herself.
Qiao Zhiyi didn't bother with more nonsense with Feng Yu and turned around.
She froze.
The other protagonist was standing just five meters away from her, his deep, ink-dark eyes fixed on Qiao Zhiyi.
Qiao Zhiyi felt uneasy, not knowing when he had arrived or how much he had heard.
She walked over and gently tugged at Jingzhou's sleeve, whispering, "Let's go."
If he had heard everything, with his temper, she feared he might hit somebody.