"Wanwan! I'll pull you, stand firm on the nearest windowsill!"
Lu Jinxuan's deep voice came, Yu Sangwan shrank back in fear, shaking her head, "I'm scared..."
"Don't be afraid, stand firm, I'll be right there! Listen to me, or we'll both be in trouble!"
They were hanging there, unable to contact anyone, unless someone noticed their unusual situation, but it was intended to be a performance, making it difficult to notice.
Yu Sangwan tried to calm down. The windowsill was right beside her, but it hadn't been secured. Even if she stepped on it, she could only step on the edge, which seemed no different from a cliff in her eyes. But at this moment, she could only listen to Lu Jinxuan.
There was no reason; he just gave her this kind of strength.
