Pei Yu's brows were tightly furrowed as he half-crouched beside Shen Zhiyi, wanting to reach out to help her but seeming to think of something, his movements hesitated, "Where did you hurt yourself?"
Before his hand even touched her, she reached out to grasp it firmly, looking intently at him, "Weren't you pretending not to know me?"
Well done, indeed.
Pei Yu lowered his gaze and saw the faint bruise on her wrist. His action paused, and he allowed her to hold his hand, "No... Where did you get hurt? Let me take a look."
He clearly did not want to talk, and this was not a suitable place either. Shen Zhiyi released his hand and turned her face away indifferently, "No need."
She saw Qin Fang, who, unable to grasp the situation, was approaching. She tilted her face up slightly and politely said, "Mr. Qin, could you give me a hand?"
Qin Fang stopped suddenly, doubting he had heard correctly, "Wha—What?"
With Pei Yu here, when was it his turn?
