Su Han turned to look at Qiao Yu Man: "Shouldn't you be helping your sister?"
Qiao Yu Shan had twisted her ankle, so why was Qiao Yu Man supporting him?
Qiao Yu Man giggled, "My sister sprained her ankle, it's not easy for her to walk even with support. Why don't you just carry her?"
Both Su Han and Qiao Yu Shan remained silence.
Qiao Yu Shan quickly shook her head, "I'm fine, I can walk by myself."
She took a step forward, but the pain in her ankle caused her to frown; she couldn't stand properly.
Su Han could tell that Qiao Yu Shan's injury was severe. The high heels she wore were unstable, and she couldn't find her footing in the dim light, injuring her ankle.
Su Han glanced at Qiao Yu Shan, "Don't be stubborn. I'll carry you."
His eyes didn't harbor any ulterior motives and were clear.
"Alright then," Qiao Yu Shan agreed, realizing the severity of her injury and stopped resisting.
