Mao Nana, who wanted to explain that she was fine, frowned in pain. Her delicate brows were filled with a thick layer of pain.
Qu Xiujie stood there in a daze for a few seconds and quickly walked forward. He took the apron from the table and covered Mao Nana's legs. Charlie, who rushed over after hearing the commotion, only saw the apron wrapped around Mao Nana being hugged by Qu Xiujie. Although the woman's shy expression made one's eyes light up, the intense nervousness in Qu Xiujie's eyes confused Charlie.
Butler Charlie only entered the kitchen twice today. The first time was when he saw Mao Nana and Qu Xiujie quarreling with each other while washing the dishes. This time, he saw Mao Nana falling on the floor but was held in Qu Xiujie's arms like a treasure.
Perhaps what Mao Nana cared about had already been answered at this moment.
"Uncle, put me down. I can walk by myself…"
