Ou Mingxuan, feeling deeply insulted, threw a punch in anger.
Leng Sichen dodged to the side, his footing unsteady with the crutch, and he stumbled immediately.
Xia Yuxun saw this and reflexively tried to help, but another figure was quicker, rushing over from behind to support Leng Sichen, and said with concern, "Mr. Leng, are you alright?"
Leng Sichen glanced at Lin Xue's hand on his wrist, his brows slightly furrowed, subconsciously wanting to pull his arm back, but after all, he did not move, "I'm fine."
Lin Xue looked at Ou Mingxuan with an angry face, and then at Xia Ruhua with an unsettled expression, not knowing what had happened, but feeling that the relationship between these three was complicated.
"Did you hear what I just said?" Leng Sichen's brows were tightly knitted.
