Because of an accidental collision, a wonderful fate developed between Lu Zhiyan and Song Niannian.
Song Niannian was holding the painkillers given to her best friend, and when she ran around the corner in a panic, she bumped into a solid chest. The white envelope fell to the ground, the photos rolled all over the floor, and one of them even rolled next to the other party's shiny leather shoes.
"Sorry, I'll pick them up right away." Song Niannian squatted down and quickly picked up the pills on the ground.
Song Niannian picked up the last pill next to the man's shoe and stood up. Before she could clearly see the appearance of the man next to her, she was pulled into the room by him.
The fear in Song Niannian's eyes made her feel extremely wronged. She wanted to call for help, but her mouth was tightly covered by a man's big hand, and she could only make a faint sound.
"It's over, it's over, am I going to explain here today?"
