Zhao Rong held a little red-clothed fox girl with a small bookcase on her back in his right hand and brought her in front of him.
He looked at her.
Su Xiaoxiao's murmuring voice suddenly softened, and she whispered, "Zhao Lang, why are you holding me by the back of my collar?"
"Uncle Xiao Bai is coming soon." Zhao Rong raised his hand and pointed to the small bamboo bookcase on her back. "Why are you carrying this? What's inside? Where are the snacks I gave you?"
Su Xiaoxiao raised her thumb and pointed to the small bookcase over her shoulder, "It has my clothes and my five favorite romance books."
Saying this, she reached behind her neck with both hands, trying to pry Zhao Rong's right hand off with a cute yet struggling look, "Zhao Lang, please put me down, I want to go with you, okay? Is that alright?"
Zhao Rong's head ached more, "No way!" His tone was firm, and he lifted her a little higher.
