Song Huaining immediately panicked and tried to get up, but her body was clumsy. The more anxious she became, the more hurried she was, and ended up scraping her knee again, "Ouch..."
Song Huaining, like a little ball of flesh, rubbed against the ground, tears falling one after another.
How embarrassing she was in front of Rong Ning!
"Miss, are you alright?"
A gentle voice rang out, and Song Huaining saw a hand in front of her. She instinctively grabbed it to stand up.
She was just about to call out to Brother Ning, but when she looked closely, she realized it was an unfamiliar face.
The man was tall and burly, with a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes, rugged yet incredibly gentle in his gaze.
Qin Yu saw the plump girl staring blankly at him. He found it curious and handed her a handkerchief, "Wipe it off."
Song Huaining thanked him but did not take the handkerchief.
