The relationships among these individuals were so complex that he didn't want to get involved. He simply nodded in agreement.
"Madam." The bodyguard looked at her anxiously.
Ye Ranran stretched her foot out of her shoe: "Help me get my shoe out."
"Ranran, are you okay?" Che Hao stood in front of her.
Ye Ranran wished to kick him. This thought, however, was quickly pushed aside.
"Do I look fine or not?" She replied brusquely.
"Sister Ran, why aren't you careful while walking? What if you fall and people recognize you? Won't that be embarrassing?" Han Yan asked, half-joking, half-serious.
"Even if I fall, it doesn't tarnish your reputation, does it?" Ye Ranran replied, her smile exceedingly sweet.
Astonished by Ye Ranran's sharp response, Han Yan's face showed visible dejection.
"Does your foot hurt? Do you want me to massage it?" Even before Ye Ranran could respond, Che Hao squatted down beside her.
Just as his hand was about to touch her foot, Ye Ranran quickly pulled away.