"Why?"
"Stand up from beside me now!" Sunx Han stared at Jiang Guangrong.
Jiang Guangrong cried until he had no more tears: "Sister, if I could stand up, would I be lying on the ground?"
"Are you going to keep pushing me like this?" Sunx Han glared at Jiang Guangrong with fierce eyes.
"That might be negotiable..."
"What?!"
"...I mean, I can't stand up, but I can roll away!"
"Then leave here!"
Jiang Guangrong twisted his upper body hard, propped himself up with his hands, rolled a few times on the ground, and finally moved out of Sunx Han's alert range.
As soon as Sunx Han stood up, he squatted down again, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his right ankle. There was a hint of pain on his face.
Jiang Guangrong supported his upper body with his hand and moved closer to Sunx Han: "Did you twist your foot?"
"It seems so..."
