"Miss Lu, what happened to you, how could you have fallen so carelessly?" Ji Jiayi smiled sweetly, holding an empty cup and looking down at Lu Wanwan who couldn't get up from her fall, "Falling is one thing, but you even spilled my drink."
Lu Wanwan had fallen hard, and at the moment of her fall, all her organs seemed to shake.
The onlookers crowded around, not knowing what had happened.
Just as Ji Jiayi was about to continue, suddenly a tall figure quickly approached.
For some reason, her heart tightened.
Before she could react, she saw Gu Annan had already picked up the woman from the ground.
His handsome and indifferent face, with lips pressed tightly together, exuded a silent fury that made everyone around quiet down, daring not to utter another word.
Ji Jiayi was frightened, especially when those cold, penetrating black pupils of his were fixed on her.