Thinking of this, her heart was full of prayers, hoping that Zhang Yadong, the scum, wouldn't hurt that boy.
But the moment she arrived at the sports field, the scene in front of her eyes filled her beautiful eyes with astonishment.
The scene she had imagined wasn't there, but she saw Zhang Yadong and his group of lackeys all screaming in pain on the ground.
And the boy who helped her stood on the sports field calmly holding a brick, as if nothing had happened.
"You... are you alright?"
Ling Yajing hurriedly walked up to Zhu Bufan, asking with genuine concern.
To know, this was the first time she had ever cared so much about a boy since she grew up.
Although they were strangers, Ling Yajing felt an inexplicable fondness for this unfamiliar boy, as in that critical moment, his bravery spoke volumes of Zhu Bufan's character.
"It's alright, just lending a hand!"
Ling Yajing was very concerned, but Zhu Bufan just waved his hand dismissively, not minding at all.