Camden River's expression briefly froze with intensity.
The next moment, he quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and asked with concern, "How are you?"
"I'm fine." Mia Ginger, with cold sweat forming on her forehead, looked at him unexpectedly, pursed her lips, and softly replied.
She propped one hand on the ground, trying to get up.
But couldn't.
Her knee hurt too much, and her sensitive constitution was on the verge of collapse.
Camden River sighed internally, holding her arm, and helped her up from the ground.
Can't this girl let anyone worry less?
Seeing her run in the morning, he'd been worried. Who would've thought, even after lagging behind several times, she insisted on toughing it out, only to finally be punished to run by that cold-faced instructor.
Seriously, it's enough!
Camden River felt a bit angry and resentful inside.
"What's going on?"
Just as he was thinking this, Dallas Taylor's voice suddenly rang out.
