Feng Xing kept hugging her for ages under everyone's glaring eyes, only letting go when the ambulance arrived.
Jiang Nian's attention shifted to the driver on the stretcher, and she went over with Tong Chuhe to check on the rescue efforts.
Once Jiang Nian was far enough away, Tan Xuguang stepped on Feng Xing's foot as if by accident, then offered an exaggerated apology:
"Oh, sorry. I wasn't looking."
Seeing the challenge in Tan Xuguang's eyes, Feng Xing raised an eyebrow. "What, jealous?"
This brat was still so childish. Not nearly as mature as he was.
Tan Xuguang refused to accept that and adamantly denied being jealous:
"Hah, she even made me a cake for my birthday earlier. Why would I be jealous of you?"
Feng Xing curled his lips. "I hugged her."
Tan Xuguang snorted. "She even remembers what I like to eat!"
Feng Xing remained unmoved. "I hugged her."
Tan Xuguang bristled with fury. "I've held her hand, too!"
Feng Xing scoffed. "You mean when you got scared in the Haunted House and grabbed her to run away?"
Tan Xuguang didn't care how it had happened. "I still held it, didn't I?!"
Feng Xing kept smiling. "I hugged her."
Tan Xuguang completely lost it. "Is that the only thing you know how to say?!"
Was he a broken record? Why did he keep repeating that one line?!
Watching the two of them, Wen Jincheng adjusted his glasses and walked between them, leaving a casual remark behind:
"I've hugged her, too."
Though that had only been out of necessity during the deadly escape from the Haunted House.
Feng Xing looked utterly baffled.
Did I ask you?
Naturally, Shen Hui refused to be outdone and followed Wen Jincheng past them:
"I've hugged her, too!"
Though that had only been because