Fang Wan didn't expect Xia Xiaonuan to fall; something flickered in her eyes.
She quickly glanced at Nangong Yaoling.
Nangong Yaoling just looked at Xia Xiaonuan indifferently, and then continued kissing Yang Zi'er as if nothing had happened.
Fang Wan's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Why are you pretending to be so weak? Do you think anyone would pity you?"
She said coldly, then turned around, not forgetting to step hard on Xia Xiaonuan's script before walking over to a corner to touch up her makeup.
Xia Xiaonuan propped herself up from the ground, her leg had hit the ground and was bleeding.
Nangong Yaoling let go of Yang Zi'er, his gaze falling on the wound on Xia Xiaonuan's leg.
His eyes narrowed, and he was about to step forward when suddenly, a figure came running from the distance.
He paused, forcibly stopping his steps.
Xia Xiaonuan ignored the pain, looking at her script, and crawled over to pick it up.
