Song Guanchao carried her all the way home.
Fortunately, they did not encounter anyone on the way.
Upon entering the house, Song Guanchao went straight to the bathroom, set her on the toilet, and said, "Secretary, I'll go and get your clothes."
Wu Qiangwei's clothes were neatly folded on the bed: tops, pants, underwear, and undergarments.
Song Guanchao did not look more than necessary, he just picked them up and left.
"Secretary, I've put your clothes here."
He set down the clothes, turned, and left to avoid making her feel embarrassed.
After closing the door, Wu Qiangwei looked at the underwear and undergarments on top and sighed softly.
About fifteen minutes later, Wu Qiangwei came out in her changed clothes, still limping.
"Secretary, I will massage your ankle for you," Song Guanchao said, holding red flower oil, having been waiting for a while.
Wu Qiangwei sat on the sofa in silence, raising her sprained right foot.