Li Jingming suddenly woke up, finding himself on the sofa at home. He frowned, recalled his previous encounter, and quickly rolled up his sleeves to find no injuries.
He rubbed his temples. Could it have been just a dream? Yes, it must have been just a dream, otherwise, how could such a bizarre event have occurred?
With that thought, his tense nerves finally relaxed.
Just then, he was startled to find someone else in the living room. Looking around, he saw Li Feiwei sitting on the opposite sofa, looking somewhat languid, quite different from usual, which inexplicably triggered an uncontrollable anger in him.
"What are you doing standing there?" Li Jingming cursed, losing all self-control when faced with this useless person, picking up the teacup from the table and hurling it forcefully in Li Feiwei's direction.
However, this time, Li Feiwei swiftly dodged.
