The onlookers were left staring at each other, unsure of what to do.

Keke was still crying and sobbing on the ground, her injured arm hanging limply, looking particularly pitiful.

Chu Wuyang, hiding behind a tree branch, witnessed the entire scene.

For some reason, a strange sense of relief welled up inside me.

Seeing Jing Min hurrying towards them, she quickly slipped out from her hiding place.

But just then, a figure even more agile than her leaped out of the bushes.

She disappeared from sight in an instant; the departing figure was that of the waitress who had been repeatedly humiliated by Keke.

This is understandable, after all, Keke has a grudge against her.

Now that Jing Min has dealt her such a heavy blow, it can be considered as indirectly venting her anger.

As Jing Min approached, Chu Wuyang's heart tightened. She then leaped forward and stood firmly in front of Jing Min.

A bright smile instantly spread across her face, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Jing Min and asked:

"What's wrong?"

He seemed completely unaware of the fierce conflict that had just occurred.

Chu Wuyang leaned forward slightly, craning her neck as she strained to see behind Jing Min, trying to get a clear view of the chaotic scene.

Jing Min seemed to sense her intention, and subtly shifted his body to the side, cleverly blocking her view completely.

Just as Chu Wuyang was about to adjust her posture to look again, she was suddenly pulled tightly into Jing Min's arms.

Jing Min lowered his head slightly, a hint of anxiety and resentment in his eyes, and asked:

"Why did it take so long?"

Chu Wuyang's face flushed red instantly, her eyes darting away, inwardly wondering what kind of question that was.

What other reason could there be for going to the restroom? You can't exactly say you were just wandering around inside.

Her eyes darted around, and after a couple of dry laughs, she quickly changed the subject:

"The match is going really well!"

"Let's go watch the game."

As she spoke, she grabbed Jingmin's arms with both hands and pulled hard twice.

But Jingmin remained motionless, like a statue.

Chu Wuyang looked up with a puzzled expression, her eyes wide open, staring directly at Jing Min.

That look seemed to be asking a silent question:

What's wrong?

Jing Min's brows furrowed tightly into a "川" shape, and he spoke in a low, authoritative tone:

"I'm not watching anymore, I'm going home."

Upon hearing this, Chu Wuyang immediately became anxious, her eyes widening even further.

With his mouth slightly open, he spoke rapidly:

"How can this be?"

"The movie's already started, we've been waiting forever, might as well watch it."

At this moment, Jing Min's face was gloomy, his lips were tightly pursed, and the low pressure around him seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

Although Chu Wuyang was a little apprehensive, she really didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

After a fierce internal struggle, she suddenly made a decision.

She took a deep breath, slightly raised her heels, and quickly rose onto her tiptoes.

He gently placed his hands on Jingmin's shoulders, closed his eyes, and lightly kissed Jingmin's lips.