Yan Xinxin had just wanted to pull her hand back and walk by herself when she heard a certain icy voice calling out near her ear.
She lifted her gaze, and her vision was instantly filled with the tall, handsome figure of Mo Chuxi.
Only, his expression clearly looked quite sour.
Yan Xinxin half-understood the situation, but nonetheless withdrew her hand and took a couple of difficult steps toward Mo Chuxi.
Seeing the way she walked, Mo Chuxi furrowed his sharp brows slightly and hurried forward to meet her.
"What happened to your foot?"
"I accidentally twisted it earlier."
Xiao Yize explained.
Mo Chuxi's expression softened a bit, but suddenly he reached out, wrapped his arm around Yan Xinxin's waist, and lifted her up.
"Hey…"
Yan Xinxin's cheeks instantly seemed to be dyed the color of a sunset.
She had never imagined that Mo Chuxi would suddenly give her a princess carry!
"Since you've twisted it, let's go to the hospital and get it checked out."
