Su Han was momentarily startled and turned to look at Qiao Yuman, "Shouldn't you be helping your sister?"
Qiao Yushan had twisted her ankle, what was Qiao Yuman helping herself for?
Qiao Yuman giggled, "My sister's ankle is sprained, it's not easy for her to walk even with help, so you should just carry her."
Su Han and Qiao Yushan were both taken aback.
Qiao Yushan quickly shook her head, "I'm fine, I can walk."
She had just taken a step when the pain in her ankle made her frown, unable to stand properly at all.
Su Han saw at a glance that Qiao Yushan's ankle was badly sprained. Those high heels were unstable to begin with, and just now in the dim light, she hadn't been able to stay steady, injuring her ligaments and bones.
Su Han looked at Qiao Yushan, "Don't be stubborn, your sprain is quite bad. I'll carry you."
This was no joke, and there wasn't a trace of desire in Su Han's eyes, which were clear and pure.