Jiang Jingshi heard the voice and looked toward the arena.
"Today's matches are over. As expected, apart from Lin Xue, no one is a match for He Qing. Well, Zhengran, I have some things to take care of tonight, so I'll be leaving first. There are still the final two matches tomorrow. We'll see who the champion is then."
Lin Zhengran nodded. "Goodbye, Jiang."
"Goodbye, Zhengran. It was a pleasure chatting with you."
Jiang Jingshi had just turned to leave when her high heel suddenly caught in a small pothole on the floor of the spectator stands. She lost her balance and nearly fell, but fortunately, Lin Zhengran was quick to react. He instinctively stood up and caught her. Jiang Jingshi leaned completely against Lin Zhengran's chest, their hands clasped together. A wave of fragrant perfume washed over him.
"Are you alright, Jiang?" Lin Zhengran asked.
