An Shiyu's arrival was completely out of Cheng Anyue's expectations. She looked at him in a daze, and her fingers on the doorknob turned pale.
He was wearing light-colored sportswear. If one ignored his face and the cold aura that he exuded, he would give off a sunny feeling.
"Young master, what's the matter?" she asked softly.
"I'm fine,"an Shijin replied indifferently.
Cheng Anyue didn't know what to say.
Since he was fine, what was he doing here?
Without giving her any time to think, an Shijin turned and walked toward the stairs.
Cheng Anyue was full of doubts, but she still closed the door and followed him.
When she was going down the stairs, she twisted her foot and felt a sharp pain.
She tried to lift her foot and jump down, but her foot slipped and she fell on the stairs. Her calf even hit the stairs, and she groaned in pain.
