Xia Moer was angry and glared at the meddling saleswoman, "Who said it had to be swollen to be serious?"
"Miss Xia is right." The clerk began, but was cut off by another glare from Xia Moer and promptly shut her mouth, daring not to speak further.
"Zi Chen, I'm in so much pain, I don't think I can walk."
Xia Moer grabbed at her ankle with her right hand and looked pitifully at Rong Zi Chen.
"Try," responded Rong Zi Chen, frowning slightly.
Xia Moer pouted a little and held onto Rong Zi Chen's arm to stand up. The moment her foot moved, she let out a yelp of pain, then threw herself into Rong Zi Chen's arms, crying, "It hurts, it hurts so much."
"..."
"Zi Chen, it really hurts, you'll have to carry me." Xia Moer leaned her head against his chest, her voice tinged with happiness.
If Rong Zi Chen carried her out of the mall, everyone would know by tomorrow.
"Young Master." The driver returned at that moment.