Zhan Nan took one look and hurriedly tried to help Zhan Bei up, but suddenly felt the two gazes fixed on him turn even colder.
His outstretched hand instantly froze mid-air as he cautiously raised his head to look at Zhan Qipei and Zhan Yuanshan.
Both men were ones he deeply feared, and he dared not provoke them lightly, especially now with such dark expressions demanding him to kneel, his fear escalated, and his legs began trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing Zhan Bei kneeling on the ground again, Cao Rushan quickly stepped forward to help him up.
"Oh my, Xiao Bei, how are you? Does your leg hurt?"
Her voice had barely faded, and her hand had just touched Zhan Bei's shoulder when Zhan Yuanshan's authoritative voice rang out.
"Cao Rushan, dare to help him and see what happens! Today, I, Zhan Yuanshan, am here, and they must apologize to Qiao Jing as Qipei has said!"