"Ah!" Han Luo screamed when she fell.
"Han Luo!" Mo Yuan quickly moved forward and helped her to get up. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Han Luo stood up with shaky legs and replied, "I'm fine. I'm not hurt." She only screamed because she was startled, not because of pain.
Mo Yuan and Han Luo looked in front of them. An arrogant boy was standing before them. He had light brown hair, gunmetal blue eyes, and thin lips. He was an English boy who seemed to be around Mo Yuan's age. He was the one she bumped into. The boy crossed his arms and spoke rudely in English, "You bumped into me. Shouldn't you apologize? It looks like you haven't been taught so well. What a rude little girl!"
Mo Yuan frowned and stood between Han Luo and the boy. "Because of you, she fell and got hurt. Nothing happened to you. Shouldn't you be the one to apologize?"
