As she spoke, she headed towards the door. It was unclear whether she was distracted or just in a hurry, but as she stepped over the threshold of the drawing room, she carelessly tripped and nearly fell.
Li Jun had been paying close attention to her movements and, seeing her stumble at the doorway, instinctively furrowed his brows and called out in a low voice, "Be careful!"
As soon as he spoke, his body had already reacted.
Li Jun hastily set down his teacup and took a few quick steps to reach Zong Yue from behind, lowering his head to look at her leg, "Are you hurt?"
Zong Zhan's motion of bringing a cigarette to his lips came to a halt, his eyebrows raising almost involuntarily.
Meanwhile, Li Qiao and her two siblings watched the scene unfold with composure, showing no signs of surprise.
It might not be that the elder brother was particularly fond of Zong Yue, but as a man like him, responsibility and commitment were ingrained in his very bones.
