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With a crack, pain shot through her again, and she cried out in surprise.

By the time she opened her eyes from her daze,

he had already let go of her, still squatting, but his hands were tightly gripping her ankle, his long eyes held a hint of arrogance.

"What are you doing?"

She was somewhat angry, not understanding why he deliberately teased her only to twist her foot when she lost control.

He chuckled softly, straightened up, and looked down at her, "Stand up and walk a few steps to see!"

Half in doubt, she looked at him, cautiously stood up with the support of the sofa, then took a few steps and realized that her foot was no longer in pain.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Thank you so much!" she apologized to him for her earlier attitude.

His hands in his pockets, his eyes deep and mischievous, "How will you thank me?"

"How would Mr. Gong like to be thanked?" she lifted her watery eyes to look at him.