The clanging sound of the shelf falling to the ground reached An Yue's ears. The expected pain did not come. An Yue opened her eyes in confusion. She did not see any cold shelf, but only saw a face that was full of worry.
"Are you okay?" The man's low magnetic voice was a little hoarse because of concerns.
An Yue's eyes widened and she shook her head in bewilderment.
Zhao Youlin was the first to react. She swept a glance at the dumbfounded crowd and shouted at them with a sullen face. "What are you waiting for? Why aren't you going over there and helping them?"
The few people who froze up on the side recovered themselves and rushed up to help.
The good thing was that the kitchen equipment shelf was not particularly heavy. When Han Yichen jumped at An Yue, he also blocked the shelf with his hand, slightly deflecting the shelf, so it did not directly fall on them.
