"It hurts!"
Song Huaining was sprawled on the ground, her round little face scrunching up, looking so plump that one might want to take a bite.
Yet, despite the bustling street, no one came to help her up.
Instead, a passing woman who knew her pulled her maid along to mock her, "Song Huaining, look at how fat you've become. Even my maid has a more graceful figure than you."
Song Huaining was so angry she bit her lip. Her chubby little hands pressed against the ground, trying hard to get up, but a sharp pain came from her abdomen, and she fell right back down.
"Ah!"
Her body was supported by someone, a man with strong arms wrapped around her waist, helping her up.
Once she was steady, the man quickly released her, stepped back two paces, and nodded apologetically, "Sorry, Miss."
