"He has recovered," Qin Ran slowly replied.
"How's that possible?" the director asked in disbelief. How long had it been?
On the third floor, Qin Ran stopped in front of Qin Xiuchen's door and kicked it with her foot.
"Xiao Ling's foot hasn't recovered yet. I have the key…" Qin Xiuchen's manager took a step forward.
He took out the key and was about to open the door.
Holding the game console, Qin Ling glanced at them, and his long curly eyelashes shot up. "Sister, Uncle, you're back."
Then, he took two steps to the side to let them in.
Instead of going in, Qin Ran just leaned on the door with her arms folded. She glanced at the director and casually smiled. "See, he's fine."
No! He wasn't!
The director stared at Qin Ling.
His foot was extremely nimble…
So were his steps…
But just a few days ago, the production crew had clearly witnessed how swollen his foot had been.