Jing Ruo's legs were very slender, and in her tight jeans, they looked even more elegantly long. Only the black brace on her calf and ankle was quite noticeable.
Su Lu quickly got up to help her.
Jing Qiao also came over to help her, and Jing Ruo smiled saying, "It's okay, it's not that serious, it's already much better."
"Don't act tough in front of us," Jing Qiao frowned and said, her gaze full of concern and worry.
Song Boyuan said to Jing Qiao, "Shall I have someone buy some pig trotters to make a soup?"
Jing Qiao nodded repeatedly, "Yes. Also, buy some morel mushrooms, Ruoruo likes them, and we're out at home."
Song Boyuan took out his mobile phone to make the call.
Jing Ruo sat down on the sofa, and Bo Jingshen walked over and squatted in front of her, frowning at the brace on her leg.
Then Bo Jingshen looked up at her, "For a man, you even broke your leg. Are your hormones clouding your judgment?"
