Her lips trembled, clearly holding back a surge of anger. Pointing at Song Shi'an, she cursed, "What the hell are you doing?! You dumped a bucket of cold water over my head! Are you sick?!"
Song Shi'an reeled in the hose and tucked it back into place.
He smiled gently. "Miss, see? Aren't you standing up now?"
"You..." The woman was too furious for words.
Song Shi'an's smile grew even gentler. "Miss, you just said you'd twisted your ankle, thrown out your back, and were practically paralyzed. But the moment I splashed you with water, you got better right away. Shouldn't you call me a miracle doctor?"
"You... I..." Song Shi'an had thoroughly enraged the woman. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
She nearly fainted from anger.
Song Shi'an said, "I won't charge you for the medical fees. I'll be leaving now."
With that, he strode away.
The woman had yet to complete her task. How could she let him go? She ran after Song Shi'an. "Wait! I have something to tell you!"
Fortunately, having followed Lu Mingyu for years, he walked extremely fast once he stretched his legs.
The woman hurried after him, but she was wearing high heels. Just as she tried to say something, her ankle twisted, and she let out a miserable cry.
She fell flat on the ground.
Judging by the sound, she had really fallen this time.
Good grief. He had only been away from Lu Mingyu for a little while, and trouble had already come looking for him. It really was impossible to shake off.
Song Shi'an looked around for Lu Mingyu, eager to get back to his side.
Before he could find Lu Mingyu, a waiter approached him. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Song Shi'an?"
Song Shi'an said, "No,