Turning back, when Gu Zixuan turned and walked towards Feng Chengjin, everyone present was slightly taken aback.
Gu Zixuan walked with a staggering and laborious pace.
Although the pain had lessened a lot, her sprain was still quite severe, which couldn't be helped.
Feng Chengjin narrowed his eyes, with something faintly trembling in their depths, and his rigid arms seemed to have a subtle inclination forward.
However, with Yu Yuanshen always by her side, in the end, he did nothing.
She walked a few steps and stood before Feng Chengjin.
Feng Chengjin lowered his eyes, quietly watching her.
She wasn't short, but he was too tall. Without high heels, her eyes could only level with his chin and lips when she looked up.
He had an incredibly charming lip line, mixed with all the profundity and grace that thirty-four years should bring.
Gu Zixuan stared, paused for a moment, then said to Yu Yuanshen, "Brother Yu, did you bring a check?"
