Jing Yan, enduring the pain, tried to get up but ended up falling back to the ground. When she saw Luo Beichen rushing in, her body instantly stiffened.
Luo Beichen's hastened steps abruptly halted, his gaze lingering on her delicate, pale skin for a few seconds before he quickly turned his back, his handsome face involuntarily heating up.
Jing Yan suddenly felt a surge of embarrassment and thought, "Oh, how mortifying."
"Dad, you quickly go and pick up Yanyan, I can't lift her." Luo En urged like a divine assistant.
"No... no need..." Jing Yan immediately stuttered.
Luo Beichen frowned and asked, "Can you get up by yourself?"
Jing Yan wanted to cry, "It seems... I twisted my waist."
Luo Beichen directly pulled a towel off the rack and handed it to his daughter. Luo En immediately understood and haphazardly covered Jing Yan with the towel. Then, Luo Beichen turned back around, deliberately averting his gaze, and picked up Jing Yan, then exited the bathroom.
