By the time the noon business ended, Ji Yue's foot had swollen even more than before.
It had gone from a small pig's trotter to a large one, with the entire top of her foot swelling up, and she would let out a cry like a pig being slaughtered with every step she took.
Jiang Feng couldn't help but wonder, had she really just twisted her foot, or had she actually smashed it with a stone?
Ji Yue's little leather shoes could no longer contain her big pig's trotter, and even the experienced Mrs. Wang Xiulian did not dare to act rashly, only allowing her to sit with her bare right foot propped up on a chair.
"Yueyue's foot must have injured the bone, Feng, go call a car and carry Yueyue over," said Wang Xiulian.
Jiang Feng nodded and took out his phone to book a ride.
