"You..." Bei Ran said angrily, "Do you know these are limited edition sandals designed by Luise, and you just ruined them..."
Gu Qingchen held her foot in his palm, "All I know is that compared to the pain in your ankle, these limited editions mean nothing."
Bei Ran glared at him furiously: "My pain is my business! It has nothing to do with you!"
"Do you want me to just stand by and watch as that thug bullies you and do nothing?" Gu Qingchen gently squeezed her ankle.
Bei Ran cried out in pain immediately, "Why are you being so harsh?"
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"Yes!" Beads of sweat formed on Bei Ran's forehead.
Gu Qingchen said, "You've twisted your ankle, and yet you're still trying to act tough? Come on, try standing up and see if you can put any weight on it."
