Still in shock, Ling Xiaoran grabbed Leng Qu's shoulders with both hands, and her whole body fell into Leng Qu's arms.
"Are you okay?" A moist and pleasant voice sounded in her ears. Ling Xiaoran straightened up apologetically, but her feet hurt, her face turned pale, and her feet seemed to be sprained.
Leng Qu looked at Ling Xiaoran's pale face, put his big hands on Ling Xiaoran's waist, stabilized Ling Xiaoran's body, and said nervously: "What's wrong?"
"My foot seems to be sprained!" Ling Xiaoran leaned awkwardly in Leng Qu's arms, looking down at her foot that couldn't use any force.
"Come up!"
Ling Xiaoran looked at the slightly thin back squatting in front of her, her hand was held in Leng Qu's, and listened to his pleasant voice, she was stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Ling Xiaoran behind him didn't respond for a long time. Leng Qu turned around and looked at Ling Xiaoran who was standing there hesitating.
"No, I can walk back by myself!" After all, there are differences between men and women, so Ling Xiaoran was not used to being carried on his back so intimately.
Leng Qu looked at the persistence on Ling Xiaoran's face and said nothing more. He stood up straight, put his big hands around Ling Xiaoran's shoulders and said, "Is it okay to support her like this?"
"Thanks!"
Ling Xiaoran blushed, knowing that she had overreacted, and was embarrassed to say anything. Others were kind-hearted in helping her, but she acted as if others were trying to take advantage of her.
"Be careful!" Leng Qu supported Ling Xiaoran and walked forward in step with Ling Xiaoran.
Leng Qu's big hands firmly held Ling Xiaoran's shoulders, and from a distance, it looked like the two people were closely dependent on each other.
From a distance, Situ Longhao was sitting in the car, looking at the two figures in front of him, with thick eyebrows knotted into layers on his resolute face.