"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Seeing Jiaojiao frown and supporting her shoulder with one hand, Ruan Hao's expression turned slightly somber.
"I'm fine, it's just a bit numb," Jiaojiao said, rubbing her shoulder, her gaze falling on the two people who had already stood up.
The person supporting Zhou Yun asked her gently if she was okay while looking at Jiaojiao and the others with displeasure. But as soon as he saw Ruan Hao, he paused, then looked incredulously at the girl standing by his side.
He hadn't seen Jiaojiao in six years. The difference between eight or nine-year-old Jiaojiao and fifteen-year-old Jiaojiao was substantial. In his impression, Jiaojiao had always been fair and tender from a young age, a bit chubby, but chubby in a round and cute way.
However, the fifteen-year-old Jiaojiao in front of him, although still very fair and more beautiful than when she was a child, was also so slender that she seemed like she would topple over with a gust of wind.
