He grasps the wrinkle of the comer immediately with his left hand and reaches out his right hand to take the person by the throat.

“Ah!”

Zhu Ting?

Fu Wenhai loosens his hands quickly.

Zhu Ting looks pale. She covers her neck and coughs.

Zhu Ting holds her at once while apologizing, “Sorry, I didn’t know it’s you.”

Zhu Ting closes her eyes. It takes her quite a while to get over it. She looks at Fu ...