Chapter 1133 I know you are not hurt

hao Xingzhou's eyebrows, she instantly understood.This was a setup, deliberately laid for Dr. Zhong, or perhaps even for Andong himself. The flamboyant man wanted to use the poisoned man on the ground...Chapter 1133: I Know You're Not Hurt

After Fang Jinshu and Xiaoyue exchanged sly glances, Xiaoyue quietly withdrew. The rest was up to Madam's own discretion.

If the madam doesn't perform well, she will go and draw a hot bath for afterwards tonight. If she performs well, then she should be able to have a good night's sleep.

Just as Zong Yu was walking over, Fang Jinshu suddenly let out a cry of "Aiya!" Her body seemed to be tripped by something and she swayed sideways, looking unsteady on her feet.

If you're going to act, go all the way. The sprained ankle is fake, but the fall is real.

She knew Zongyu would definitely catch her, and she wasn't panicked at all when she fell.

As expected, the anticipated pain did not appear. Zong Yu indeed caught her first, his expression still a little tense as he asked.

"How could you be so careless, where did you fall"

Fang Jinshi leaned against Zong Yu, half her body nestled into his chest. Her voice was slightly pitiful.

"You startled me by speaking from behind like that in the middle of the night, I twisted my ankle!"

Upon hearing this, Zongyu's expression immediately darkened with a tinge of guilt and self-reproach. His attention was effectively diverted, and he stopped pestering A Sheng about the matter further.

This would definitely require me to break the pot and get to the bottom of it, if we were in normal circumstances.

"It's all my fault. I won't do that again next time."

After finishing his words, he easily lifted Fang Jinshu up in a princess carry, walking back while talking. The concern on his face made Fang Jinshu feel a little guilty.

"Does it hurt"

She shook her head hastily, "It's alright, not particularly painful."ong since given this household to Jinxiu to manage, she really shouldn't meddle.Let go of the sympathy in my heart, and turned to follow my children home.Old Mrs. Wu cried, holding onto Hu Ailan, “Sil...