"Zimo," Xu Pei raised her face, "it seems like I've twisted my ankle, come help me up."
Leng Zimo stepped forward but didn't immediately help her rise; instead, he squatted down to look at her foot, "Which one?"
If she really had twisted her ankle, a careless move might aggravate the injury, so he decided to ask about her condition first.
After all, Xu Pei was not Luo Xiaoqian, and in Leng Zimo's mind, Xu Pei was not a fragile girl who needed any special treatment from him.
"My right foot!" Xu Pei reached out to pull on his arm, "I don't think it's serious, just help me up and let me walk a few steps."
Leng Zimo was unconcerned and promptly grabbed her arm to help her up from the ground.
Outside the door, hurried footsteps approached, Xu Pei took the opportunity to pounce into Leng Zimo's arms, pretending a sudden pain in her foot.
"Sister Xu Pei!" The door to the restroom burst open, and Luo Xiaoqian hurried in, surprised to see Leng Zimo.
