"Let's not go back. There's a nice guesthouse ahead. I'll take you there."
"Okay," they didn't ride their bikes. Lin Yinghui walked forward, one hand pushing the bicycle, the other arm around Mu Qing, heading towards the guesthouse. "If you don't go back, your mom might worry. I'll find someone to send her a message once I've settled you down." "..." Mu Qing thought of such parents, initially wanting to say it wasn't necessary, but then reconsidered, realizing she couldn't be too wilful. "Hmm, I'll write her a note later. She recognizes my handwriting."
"That guy's trouble; be careful around here in the future."
Mu Qing rarely felt in a good mood. "I haven't been in the army long, but I've trained. I can manage a few self-defense moves. Besides, if he wants to cause trouble, it's with my parents. It's their mess, let them deal with it."
As for their parents' actions, they do some things that are indeed inappropriate sometimes.
