The woman Lo Yingbai was holding was the “female ghost” who had deliberately scared him at Ou Ziheng’s house the day before. When Lo Yingbai first saw her, he thought she was deliberately in makeup. Only today, under the bright sunlight, did he realize her face was disfigured.
Half her face was fair and delicate, with soft features, while the other half was charred and distorted, brutally ruining her originally beautiful appearance, looking particularly frightening.
“Sister, what a coincidence, how old are you?” Lo Yingbai said half-jokingly, helping her stand steady. “Your shoe is broken. Oh, did you twist your ankle too? Are you okay? Would you like to rest somewhere?”
The girl shook her head, steadying herself against the wall, and softly said: “No need, thank you.”
This was the second time Lo Yingbai had helped her. The first was yesterday at Ou Ziheng’s house when she almost fell. She had been hired to play a ghost for Ou Ziheng’s prank and had even pleaded for Lo Yingbai before, being rescued twice made her feel somewhat ashamed.
But the more one tries to avoid trouble, the more it finds you. Someone behind her impatiently said: “Zheng Yishan, are you going to rehearse the script or not? Don’t waste our time.”
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The tone was very discourteous, but Zheng Yishan seemed used to it. She responded flatly and stood up to move.
However, she had just been deliberately tripped. One of her shoe heels was broken, and when she tried to stand, she almost fell again, losing her shoe.
“Zheng Yishan, come and rehearse! What, you’re crippled from a fall?”
Lo Yingbai didn’t know the specifics, but seeing the girl he recognized being bullied, he couldn’t stand by. Without understanding the conflict, he paused and said to the group: “Her foot seems injured. Could you all wait a moment? I’ll find her a pair of flat shoes to change into, okay?”
Xia Xianning said nothing, silently searching nearby maps on his phone, already prepared to run and buy shoes.
Lo Yingbai tried to mediate, and with his handsome features and gentle tone, he was usually hard to refuse. A woman in a pink dress looked him up and down, speaking unkindly: “Who are you? Mind your own business.
