Qiao Xiaren didn't know if it was just psychological, but she felt her foot hurting even more now. The pain was nearly unbearable, worse than the cramps during her period, more excruciating than a twisted knife in her stomach.
It was fine as long as she didn't move, but as soon as she did, the pain was agonizing.
Fang Yun noticed the pained expression on Qiao Xiaren's face and couldn't help but gloat inwardly. Her ankle was so swollen it looked like a steamed bun—no way she could shoot like this!
Jason glanced over coldly, saying nothing.
"Can you still continue shooting? If not, we'll have someone else step in."
"Xiaren, can you hold on?" Yunduo saw her face turn pale with pain and wanted to help rub her foot, but Qiao Xiaren stretched out her hand to stop her. "Don't touch it, it hurts even more."
