The girl looked at Yang Ming, seemingly believing he was a good person, and softly said, "Can you help me? I think I've twisted my foot..."
In the darkness, Yang Ming couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly, but hearing her voice, his heart softened.
"Alright."
Yang Ming walked towards the girl and softly said, "Don't come out running this late anymore, it's too dangerous. Although it's in the school, you never know if someone wants to do something bad..."
Following far behind, Zhang Ming and Li He, on hearing Yang Ming's words, became speechless.
Kid, better save that advice for yourself!
"How are you? Which foot did you twist? Let me see..." Yang Ming squatted down to look at the girl's foot.
"Sss..."
Suddenly, the girl's hand raised and sprayed an unknown liquid onto Yang Ming's face.
"What are you doing?!" Yang Ming, caught off guard, got a face full of spray. He quickly retreated, wiping the liquid from his face.
