My Dearest Brother Jing

Tang Beibei's mind went blank when she fell.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and held her waist to help her up. Only then did she stand firm and not fall to the floor miserably.

"Are you okay, Tang Beibei?"

Tang Beibei was stunned for a few seconds before she came back to her senses and looked at the worried man.

It was Jia Ran who saved her.

"Tang Beibei, did you hurt your feet?"

The man spoke softly, his voice gentle.

Only then did Tang Beibei realize that she was still in his arms. She quickly stood up, but she felt a sharp pain in her ankle.

She cried out softly and looked down. "I'm sorry, I, I think I sprained my ankle."

Jia Ran frowned. Any dancers whose feet were injured would be out of action for a while.

He quickly bend down to check her ankle. Fortunately, Tang Beibei was not wearing high heels.