"It's nothing serious, I just accidentally fell earlier. I didn't twist a muscle, it's just a bit sore. Thank you, Miss Lan Yi, for your concern."
"Please be more careful, Your Highness! Lan Yi can see that your palms turned red from the fall."
Yun Ran: "..."
Yes, it was from the fall!
After a few more words, Lan Yi bid farewell and left. Nangong Mo, turning his wheelchair, slowly appeared behind Yun Ran.
The moment he spoke, Yun Ran couldn't help wanting to slap him.
"Lin Wanyue, you have to embroider a sachet for me."
"And a belt too, I want that as well."
Yun Ran turned around, throwing a murderous glare his way, "I'll embroider it for your grandpa!"
Nangong Mo: "..."
The man pinched his slightly stiff lips, "Lin Wanyue, you're a girl, you should be gentler."
Upon hearing this, Yun Ran walked over and gave him a slap on the head.
"Now you're saying I'm not gentle enough, huh? What were you up to just now? Why don't you go find your gentle little beauty to help you?"
