He helped up Jing Yiren, lifting her from the bed and gently placing her into an armchair.
Lu Ming rolled up his sleeves and crouched down.
But a sudden arm blocked Lu Ming's path...
Xue Fanghua had kept a close eye on Lu Ming's actions since Jing Yiren had mentioned her numb foot.
Jing Yiren had only complained of numbness, yet Lu Ming was reacting as if it was a matter of life and death.
Not only was he massaging Jing Yiren's leg, he was also preparing a footbath for her.
He was Lu Ming, the Crown Prince of S City, after all!
How could he possibly stoop so low as to do this, especially for Jing Yiren, a lowly countrywoman?
The thought stirred a feeling of incredulous rage in Xue Fanghua.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing as she watched Lu Ming.
Just as Lu Ming was rolling up his sleeves to wash Jing Yiren's feet, Xue Fanghua suddenly outstretched her arm and gripped Lu Ming's arm, trying to stop him.
