Mu Qinglan was not seriously hurt.
Although it seemed very painful that day, after a check-up at the hospital, there was nothing wrong.
The next day, during a work lunch, Yu Sangwan saw Mu Qinglan.
Mu Qinglan was sitting beside Lu Jinxuan, serving him food and soup, looking very much like a proper girlfriend.
"Qinglan, eat by yourself, don't worry about me," Lu Jinxuan frowned slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Cough." Le Zhengsheng, sitting opposite them, coughed twice while covering his throat, picked up a bowl of soup, and placed it before Yu Sangwan, "Wanwan, drink more... is the wound on your knee still hurting?"
"Huh?" Yu Sangwan was stunned, knowing he was trying to prevent her from feeling upset, deliberately helping her. Not wanting to reject his kindness, Yu Sangwan cooperated by lowering her head and took a big sip.
