"I'm fine."
Despite her words, Zhao Sishang had struggled to her feet with Musheng's help, patting her dust-covered palms. However, her expression didn't look fine at all.
Looking at the ground covered in a mess, the delicatessen food Musheng had bought was scattered around. She lowered her eyes, and her distressed demeanor was simply heartbreaking.
Because of Zhao Sishang's fall, many crew members paid attention to the situation and looked over. The woman in red, seeing the scene, immediately wanted to leave with a flip of her hand.
"Stop right there!"
A voice barked out coldly, like a winter chill, striking fear into the heart, and causing the woman in red to inadvertently stop in her tracks and look back at Musheng.
Her expression was still one of haughty indifference, and she said confrontationally before everyone else, "What do you mean by this?"
"What do I mean?"