Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, Jing Zheng froze when he heard Lu Xining's voice.
He turned around confused like a child who had done something wrong, saw her darkened face, opened his mouth but made no sound.
Lu Xining and Haozi were not slow either, they arrived just a few minutes after Fu Junhang.
At this moment, he stood about two meters away from Jing Zheng, afraid to provoke him, and didn't dare to move closer.
"Jing Zheng, calm down, death won't solve any problems."
"Think about Nuonuo, think about us..."
Fu Junhang was still persuading him not to be rash while Lu Xining, instead of trying to talk Jing Zheng down, walked directly past Fu Junhang and sat down not far from Jing Zheng on the edge of the rooftop, then began to catch her breath after climbing the stairs.
The wind on the rooftop was strong, blowing her hair into disarray.