A few seconds later, back in his room, Yan Yinuo was trying to prop herself against the wall to come down.
Xu Zijin paused, standing at the doorway, watching the scene coldly.
Yan Yinuo's legs were completely powerless now. The second phase of treatment could only begin after returning to New York, so actions easy for ordinary people were incredibly difficult for her.
With her toes touching the ground, she gritted her teeth and stood up.
However, in the next instant, with a "thud," she awkwardly fell directly to the ground.
"Ugh..." Yan Yinuo groaned, lying on the wool carpet, looking somewhat hopelessly at the doorway.
At this glance, her whole body stiffened.
Xu Zijin's calm gaze met hers, standing not far away, watching her embarrassment.
"Trying to leave?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and walked in leisurely.
Yan Yinuo's face turned slightly pale, stubbornly averting her gaze, avoiding Xu Zijin's mocking expression.
