Shi Su spun to the side, performing an almost 180-degree high-difficulty elegant turn, stumbling slightly on unsteady feet. Her long hair flew in the air for a moment after she took off her hat—
Perfectly falling into Jing Jihan's arms.
Jing Jihan held a document file in his hand, standing still as he looked down at the woman who had fallen over, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself.
"..."
"..."
Shi Su's brain froze for a few seconds. She looked up at the man's close jawline, bewildered for a moment before she realized what had just happened.
