Shen Qinghuan just frowned slightly, but didn't blame her. He just helped her up.

"It's okay, can you still go?"

Hearing this, Sheng Wu moved slightly, but her feet once again felt a tingling sensation. She frowned and apologized in a low voice.

"I'm sorry...my legs still seem to be numb, how about...wait a minute?"

There was a slight redness on the girl's nose and the corners of her eyes were also red. It was obvious that she had been crying for a long time. Now she was just trying hard to suppress the guilt of causing trouble to others.

Seeing this, Shen Qinghuan frowned, but not because of impatience, but because of worry about how long she had been sitting there.

"It's okay, I'll do it."

After saying that, she bent down slightly and easily picked up the slender and frail Sheng Wu.

Sheng Wu, who was picked up, was a little panicked and subconsciously put her arms around her neck to seek a sense of security. Then she stared at Shen Qinghuan's profile with her clear and innocent eyes, feeling a little helpless and shy.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Her lips were slightly raised at an angle that Shen Qinghuan couldn't see. As expected, girls are still fragrant and soft-hearted. They are not as scratchy as Shen Junsheng, the big iron block.

Shen Qinghuan didn't say anything. She just carried the person to the soft sofa in the bedroom, then sat down and asked Sheng Wu.

"What happened?"

The way she looked just now clearly showed that something was wrong.

Hearing this, Sheng Wu's eyes dropped, a little evasive, "No, it's okay again..."

The girl lowered her head timidly, clasped her hands together and kept clasping her fingertips, not even daring to look at the other person.

Shen Qinghuan naturally saw the problem at a glance. She frowned and said coldly, "Who did you meet just now? Why are your clothes torn?"

After all, Sheng Wu is now the wife of the Shen family, and the servants dare not be so rude.