Isla was dragged out of the box by Shawn. There were many eyes watching along the way. Isla quietly followed him with a stiff smile, but her increasingly painful ankle made her slow down. Shawn naturally felt it.
He stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at her ankle, frowning slightly: "Why does the ankle hurt?"
"Ah, I'm fine, I'm a little bit twisted." She hurriedly said, "After applying the medicated oil, I have to walk more slowly." Hearing this, he frowned.
"Are you hurt after not seeing her for a day?" The man's voice was cold. Isn't that because of the cute sister controlled by that brother? She looked at the man's cold face and moved her lips, but did she say anything?
She didn't want to sue these meaningless complaints.
But……
She glanced sideways at the man who
