Everyone screamed in surprise, and Jian Guoqiang, who was closest to Ruan Qi, quickly reached out to help her.
But there was someone who was faster than him. He stretched out his big hand and firmly hugged the little girl's waist.
"Be careful." Xi Jiu's deep voice sounded above Ruan Qi's head.
Ruan Qi composed herself and was about to stand up when the big hand around her waist used a little force to help her up.
"Did you fall? Is your foot twisted?"
Xi Jiu looked at her with concern. If conditions hadn't allowed him, he would have even wanted to squat down and lift up the little girl's skirt to give her a good inspection.
Ruan Qi's face turned red when she saw it, and she shook her head: "I tripped on my shoe, but I didn't twist my foot."
"As long as it's not twisted. Walk slower and don't fall again." Xi Jiu reluctantly let go of her waist. After some warnings, she still felt uneasy and simply suggested, "I'll take you to your seat.
Which row does the "Blade" crew sit in?"
Ruan Qi didn't expect that Xi Jiu would offer to send her off in front of so many people, and she was a little stunned for a moment.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Xi Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the staff aside.
The staff member suddenly came to his senses and quickly replied: "The crew of "Blade" are sitting on the far right in the third row."
Xi Jiu thanked her, then bent down and held the hem of the little girl's skirt in her hands.
"Let's go, slow down."
Ruan Qi: "..."
Ruan Qi clearly felt the gazes coming from all directions.
Her little face turned red, and then she bravely opened her legs in the face of everyone's teasing or curious eyes.
Xi Jiu held up her skirt and followed her like a knight escorting a princess.
The barrage in the live broadcast room completely exploded.
[Ahhhhh!!! Did the two of them hug just now? Really, right?! Did Xi Jiu support Ruan Qi’s waist?!]
[I fell directly into Master Xi’s arms! Master Xi wrapped his arms around Ruan Qi’s waist! I’m gone!!!]
[Holy shit! What is Mr. Xi doing? What is he doing?! He is carrying a skirt for Ruan Qi?!]
[Master Xi personally escorted Ruan Qi to his seat. Is he afraid that Ruan Qi would fall again?]
[My mom, this man is so considerate!]
[Didn’t I say that Xi Jiu is not close to women? That’s it? That’s it?]
[Is Ruan Qi an ordinary woman? No, that is his wife!!!]
[Eating life and death! I’m going crazy! If this doesn’t count as love!]
[They must be real! They are not real. I stand on my head and shit!]
[It’s really not that we CP fans want to eat it, it’s actually the real owner who stuffed the candy into our mouths. Oooh, it’s so sweet! Hold high the banner of 79!]
79 CP fans celebrated the New Year, and the screen was filled with screams like chicken blood.
Xi Jiu's attitude towards Ruan Qi is too special. Whether it's the slick look in his eyes or the way he lifts the hem of his skirt, they all confirm his ulterior motives.
Under this blatant signal, a small number of Ruan Qi's fans rebelled in a very spineless way, jumped straight into the pit and started eating sugar.
On the other hand, the other majority of Wei fans hold a critical attitude and wait and see Xi Jiu using the same standards as a mother-in-law testing a son-in-law.
Xi Jiu sent Ruan Qi to the third row of the guest seats.
Ruan Qi sat down under the gazes from all directions. Xi Jiu bent down to help her put the skirt in place, and whispered: "I'm in the first row, call me if you need anything."
After saying that, he habitually raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head.
Deliberately suppressed screams suddenly sounded around the guest seats.
When Xi Jiu heard the scream, he paused and a smile flashed in his dark eyes.