Zhao Chun was dumbfounded, standing there motionless. He even started to wonder if this woman had some kind of problem—why did she suddenly throw herself into his arms? And she was hugging him so tightly that his chest almost couldn't breathe.
All he did was save someone, so why was he being taken advantage of?
He was a good person, but not a pushover.
He really wanted to pick this girl up and toss her into the corner, but then she suddenly started crying. Her sobbing escalated into full-on wailing, which left Zhao Chun completely at a loss. One hand still held onto his jacket, frozen midair; he didn't dare toss her aside anymore.
He thoroughly looked like a mess—both hands half-raised like he was surrendering. Logically speaking, since the girl was upset, he should probably pat her back and offer some comfort.
