"Oh," Weilan's foot was caught, and she moved the sprained one, feeling that it hurt, but not like it did at the beginning, and it seemed not to hurt as much anymore.
"Does it hurt like this?" Qiao Jingchen asked.
"Not that much," Weilan said softly.
"Hmm, and this?"
"It doesn't hurt, not at all like this."
"What about this!"
"Ah! That hurts!" Weilan couldn't help but let out a low cry.
At this moment, Lu Hechen, who was at the door, heard Weilan's cry and immediately pushed the door open.
What he saw was this scene.
Qiao Jingchen was squatting on the ground, his large hand holding Weilan's foot, and Weilan was wailing, "Brother, it hurts like this, it kind of hurts."
Lu Hechen couldn't help but rebuke in a low voice, "Qiao Jingchen, let go, what are you doing?"
"I'm checking Weilan's foot," Qiao Jingchen looked up at him.
"Let go!" Lu Hechen said sternly.
Qiao Jingchen looked up, quite puzzled, "Mr. Mu?"
