Leng Shuangshuang was frozen on the spot, unsure whether to throw away the stick or not, and could only uneasily look at him. After a long while, she squeezed out a sentence: "Are you okay?"
Lu Jincheng's pain between his brows and eyes slightly lessened. He withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice, "Why did you hit me?" After speaking, he looked at the stick in her hand.
Following his gaze down, when she saw the stick in her hand, Leng Shuangshuang threw it away as if it were a hot potato, "I thought... I thought a thief had broken in."
Upon hearing this, Lu Jincheng suddenly lost his temper.
What kind of thief would be dumb enough to steal in broad daylight in a high-end neighborhood like this?
Without saying anything, Lu Jincheng walked a few steps and sat down at the foot of the bed. A dull pain still emanated from the back of his head, making him uncomfortable. As he touched it, he felt no dampness, so it probably wasn't broken, but there seemed to be signs of swelling.
