Zhou Yanshen frowned and subconsciously dodged to the side.
Bang—
Qiao Rou, who was caught off guard, fell to the ground.
She gritted her teeth in pain. "Yanshen, it hurts."
Zhou Yanshen knew at a glance that she had a bad fall.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept a distance from her. "Can you get up?"
"I don't think so." In order to get his sympathy, Qiao Rou put on a pitiful expression.
"I'll get someone to help you up."
Zhou Yanshen called two female employees over at the front desk and watched as they helped Qiao Rou to the sofa.
What he did made Qiao Rou dumbfounded.
"Yanshen." She reached out to grab his hand, but she missed. "Can you hug me?"
"Are you daydreaming?"
"I…"
"Call an ambulance for her." Zhou Yanshen, who had lost his patience, turned around and left.
He met the designated driver at the door and returned home in the hazy night. He tried his best to talk to Qian Yue.