Gu Feng heard this and strode forward, sizing up Zhong Xing: "Did you and Jiajia... have a relationship?"
The four words "have a relationship" were like a hand grenade that made Zhong Xing's legs go weak, causing him to stagger back several steps.
His complexion was poor, and he kept shaking his head: "I'm a bastard! I'm a bastard!"
Gu Feng gripped his shoulder, looking at him deeply: "Don't blame yourself, it's better this way. Since the raw rice is cooked, you should just be together."
Zhong Xing said painfully: "Jiajia doesn't like me, she doesn't like me!"
"Since this has already happened, like it or not, you must stay together. Feelings can be nurtured over time."
Zhong Xing pushed away Gu Feng, agitatedly saying: "Stop talking, I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it!"
Zhong Xing kept stepping back, utterly distressed: "I'm a bastard! I'm a bastard!"
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"He seems to be seriously injured."
