"..."
She turned her face away, feeling wronged, and refused to walk any further. Mo Nanjue tried to coax her a few times to no avail, so he simply bent down and hoisted her onto his shoulder. Tong Ran was so startled that she hurriedly covered her mouth, not daring to call out loudly for fear of their son on the other side, "Put me down…"
Mo Nanjue lightly patted her on the bottom, carrying one big and one small, yet he didn't feel tired at all, striding forward with big steps, "Behave yourself, you'll have your chance to yell later. Don't complain that it's too hot when we get inside."
"..."
Tong Ran could barely keep from fainting; he never knew how to be embarrassed!
***
After leaving Zhongjing Court of Dreams, the top luxury sports car roamed wildly on the streets. The weather was still a bit cold, and the wind cutting across the skin felt like a blade, painful yet bloodless.
