Seeing Gu Yang run to help Feng Jue up, Gu Jin's face darkened.
Feng Jue raised an eyebrow at Gu Jin from an angle that Gu Yang didn't see, his expression smug.
As he let Gu Yang help him downstairs, he met Gu Yang's worried gaze and lowered his eyes. "Big Sister, I'm fine. I just accidentally sprained my ankle. I'll endure it and walk myself. Gu Jin isn't in good spirits. You should help her."
Although he said that, Feng Jue didn't push Gu Yang away at all.
Gu Jin, "…" Damn it, you dog! If you're really going to do it, then move your ass.
Gu Yang felt a sense of grievance and jealousy from Feng Jue's words.
Was Little Blood Bank jealous of her older sister?
"Did you really sprained your ankle?" Gu Yang looked at his foot suspiciously. She remembered that Feng Jue's foot was still fine yesterday.
