Xia Ran was scolded by Fu Yanhe in no uncertain terms, and in front of Shen Yanhe at that. Seeing the amusement flickering in Shen Yanhe's eyes, a look of embarrassment crossed her face and a thread of hatred sprouted in her heart.
She sat on the ground, clutching her ankle with reddened eyes, and looked up at Fu Yanhe pitifully to explain, "I'm sorry, Yanhe, it's because my legs went numb after squatting for too long, that's why I couldn't stand properly."
She inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, looking miserably at Fu Yanhe, "Yanhe, I think I've sprained my ankle, can you take me back to my room?"
Fu Yanhe's brow furrowed slightly as Shen Yanhe's sweet, soft voice intervened, "Yanhe is a man, after all, so it's rather inconvenient. Why don't I take Miss Xia back to her room?"
Fu Yanhe's eyes flickered, and he turned around to see Shen Yanhe, fresh from bathing, approaching the doorway. He didn't know when she had come, how long she had watched, or how much she had heard.
