In that moment of deja vu, Meng Qing instinctively wanted to keep her distance from Song Guiyuan and leave things at their first meeting, with no further entanglement between them.
But unexpectedly, Song Gui spoke up:
“Hey, my hand seems to be dislocated. Are you trying to shirk responsibility?”
How could I, Meng Qing, possibly be that kind of person?
