A hand landed on her head, ruffling her hair. "Stop crying, or your eyes will get all swollen. Then Qiao Xiao'an will worry about you."
"Oh, right!" Lu Meng smacked her forehead, frustrated. "How could I be so dumb! Sister-in-law will definitely worry about me!"
"Heh." The man chuckled low and deep, gently rubbing her forehead where she had smacked it.
Their intimate interaction made the nearby servants blush and flustered.
Lu Meng rubbed her eyes with both hands, trying to stop crying. Sniffling, she composed herself before looking up at Song Yunchi.
Catching her dazed and confused gaze, Song Yunchi leaned slightly closer. "Hmm?"
"I twisted my ankle. Should I grab a wheelchair to go see Sister-in-law?"
Song Yunchi: "..."
In the end, Lu Meng never got to sit in that wheelchair.
Because someone became her personal porter, carrying her on his back.
