In the midst of her panic, she reached out her hand and randomly grabbed at something.
"Are you alright, are you alright? I'm sorry, this box was added last, so it wasn't secured."
That deep voice sounded again as a man dressed in work clothes emerged from behind a cart piled with boxes, looking apologetically at the man and woman in front of him.
"I'm really sorry, it didn't hit you two, did it?"
"It's fine."
Fu Jinghen glanced down at Wen Shu, who had steadied herself, and then released her arm and took a step back.
Having just regained her balance, Wen Shu felt the supporting strength fade and, turning around, she realized that what she had grabbed in her scramble to steady herself was actually the front of Fu Jinghen's shirt.
Seeing that they had no intention of holding him accountable, the worker gave them a slight bow, picked up the box that had fallen to the ground, placed it back on top, and wheeled his cart away.
