Ou Yimo couldn't dodge in time and fell to the ground with a bang, passing out.
"Ou Yimo? Yimo!" Zhan Nanjue rushed over and pried away the camera. He intended to pick her up again, but she had just said she hated him and asked him not to touch her.
Meanwhile, Gong Shirao stepped forward, "Let me take a look, I am a doctor."
Zhan Nanjue withdrew his hand and stood aside, stunned.
It was only after Gong Shirao had done a quick check on Ou Yimo that he spoke up. "How is she?"
Gong Shirao spoke in a routine tone, "She has a minor head injury, which shouldn't be a problem, her little finger was crushed by the camera, and we can only know the extent of the injury after an examination."
At this point, Gong Shirao involuntarily glanced at Zhan Nanjue, her heartbeat in disarray.
It was him... Zhan Nanjue... but... he seemed, to not recognize her at all.
He wasn't looking at her.
But Gong Shirao's heartbeat was already racing beyond her control.
Meanwhile...
Elsewhere.
