"No." Zhang Lingying blurted out, taking three steps back, warily raising her head to stare at him.
Then, noticing the untreated wounds on his face, her eyes darkened slightly.
Tightly biting her lip, she refused to back down.
She just squeezed the key in her hand, reminding herself inwardly.
If Lu Jing was afraid of pain, he could go to the hospital. She's not more professional than a doctor, especially so late at night. Letting him into her home, if he had malicious intentions, wouldn't it be like inviting a wolf into the house?
With this in mind, Zhang Lingying became even more determined not to be soft-hearted towards Lu Jing.
Just as she was about to remind him to move aside and not block her way home, Lu Jing voluntarily stepped aside in the next second.
His tall figure moved two steps to the side to make it easier for her to step forward and unlock the door.
