Qin Hao, with quick reflexes, hurriedly grabbed her arm.
Chang Jing's face was pale, and large beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Qin Hao steadied her and asked, "Are you okay?"
She took a sharp intake of breath, "I've twisted my ankle."
Qin Hao glanced at her and said, "I'll help you back to the office first." Having said that, he supported Chang Jing as they headed downstairs, but it was really inconvenient to walk down the stairs with one foot.
"I'll carry you down," Qin Hao said, not waiting for her agreement, and picked her up to walk downstairs.
Chang Jing's cheeks turned slightly red, and she sneakily glanced at Qin Hao before quickly lowering her head – this guy was too rough; I hadn't even agreed yet.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Chang, what is this???" Li, the secretary, suddenly came out of the third-floor corridor and saw Qin Hao holding Chang Jing with wide eyes, somewhat in disbelief.
Chang Jing felt her cheeks burning; she knew she needed to remain calm.
