Yang Nian notified the servants and led Yao Ran upstairs.
He opened the door to the guest room, but didn't step inside. "Ranran, there's a bathroom in here. You can find the bathrobe and the hair dryer in the drawer. You can stay here and wait for Weiwei. I'll leave you to it."
Yao Ran nodded and walked into the room. As she passed by Yang Nian, she suddenly fell forward and landed on the floor with a loud thump.
At the same time, she grabbed her ankle in a vise grip and squeezed. Her face twisted into a grimace.
She tried to stand up, only to moan in pain.
"Are you okay, Ranran?"
Yang Nian immediately walked over to help her up, his face filled with concern.
They stood close to each other, so close that Yao Ran could feel his breath against her cheek and smell his cologne.
"I'm sorry for being so careless, Young Master Yang. It looks like I sprained my ankle. Oh no, I'm even dirtying your clothes."
