"Ah!" She was scared half to death, but fortunately, she was holding on to the handrail and quickly pulled herself to safety to avoid tumbling down.
She sat on the stairs, her fright unabated, when the next second, the man's long legs took the steps two at a time to reach her.
"You're so clumsy!"
A scold came from above her head, followed by her arm being grasped by the man's powerful palm, and she was yanked to her feet.
"Did you twist your ankle?" Wen Zhan asked gruffly.
Mu Wanqing leaned to the side and glanced at him, "I'm not sure, but it hurts a little..."
"Even calling you a vase would be a compliment, so clumsy—how on earth did you grow up!" Wen Zhan continued to scold her.
At least a vase is dignified and graceful, able to stride effortlessly even in sky-high heels.
But her?
She could barely walk in high heels!
She was even worse than a vase!
Tired of talking to her, Wen Zhan bent over, and nimbly swept her up in his arms in a swift motion.