The etiquette lady knew that the people in this private room have a distinguished identity, so she became quite concerned when Du Mengxin was bumped into and quickly asked, "Miss Du, are you alright? Do you need…"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." It was just a minor hit, not worth making a fuss about. Du Mengxin waved her hand, smiling, "I really am fine, thank you for caring."
Su Chaoyang had been supporting her the whole time. Hearing her repeated insistence that she was fine, he felt that they were standing too close, so he subtly stepped back a bit, but continued to support her arm politely.
As Du Mengxin was pulling away from him, she noticed him moving backward and saw an unusual gleam in his eyes. Just as she was about to continue up the stairs, she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my!" and stumbled a little.
Su Chaoyang instinctively reached out to hold her, taking on most of her weight, "How are you? Are you sure you're okay? Maybe we should go to the hospital to check it out."
