At the critical moment, Wang Zhouheng rushed over in three quick steps and steadily supported Jiang Rongrong who was about to fall.

Jiang Rongrong subconsciously tightened her grip on Wang Zhouheng's hand, her eyes fixed on the man so close to her.

After regaining his footing, Wang Zhouheng looked Jiang Rongrong up and down.

Are you alright?

Jiang Rongrong's face flushed red at a visible speed. She pursed her lips and gave a restrained "hmm".

Wang Zhouheng had Jiang Rongrong put her hand on his shoulder, and he then half-squatted down to check Jiang Rongrong's ankle.

After gently taking her hand, he first observed the changes in Jiang Rongrong's expression.

Jiang Rongrong stared intently at Wang Zhouheng, as if he were the only man in the world she knew.

Does it hurt?

Wang Zhouheng met Jiang Rongrong's intense gaze and asked very gently.

Jiang Rongrong was still in a daze. She exclaimed "Ah!" and shook her head like a rattle drum.

He increased the pressure as he moved her ankle. "Now?"

Jiang Rongrong stared blankly at Wang Zhouheng, completely oblivious to her reaction.

Mingyao, watching from the side, almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jiang Rongrong thought she had seen plenty of rich young men, so why was Wang Zhouheng so unmoved now?

She patted Jiang Rongrong on the shoulder, and Jiang Rongrong jumped and screamed in pain.

She had to grab Mingyao's arm, her eyes reddening, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much."

Wang Zhouheng quickly let go of her hand. "It's not serious. I'll take you to see my colleague for a checkup."

Jiang Rongrong said timidly, "Thank you."

She shyly grabbed Wang Zhouheng's hand, her face and the roots of her ears turning so red they looked like they could be pinched until they bled.