Wu Haoli finally noticed another person lying on the ground and asked, "Miss, are you alright?"
Qiao Lianhua's heart leaped with joy; this was the first time he had spoken to her. His voice was truly pleasant, affirming that everything about a handsome person is appealing, yet she still put on a delicate facade.
"It seems, my foot is sprained."
Wu Haoli's frown was barely perceptible. Seeing that Wu Haoli had gone silent, Qiao Lianhua's heart started pounding, and she quickly cried out again, "Ow, it hurts so much."
A beautiful young lady had fallen at the doorstep of your home—any gentleman of his caliber would at least take her inside to check on her injury, wouldn't he? As they came into contact, wouldn't feelings naturally develop?
With joy, Qiao Lianhua waited for Wu Haoli to speak.
But she heard Wu Haoli say, "Liu Fu, give her one silver for medical expenses, and send this young lady to see a doctor."
