After walking a few steps, Evan Saint turned back, towering over her: "Get up."
"No, it hurts..." Sparkle Gold curled up even tighter.
"Then just lie there as long as you want."
Sparkle Gold grabbed hold of his pant leg: "Don't go."
Seeing her pitiful look, Evan Saint instinctively frowned but still bent down to pick her up.
"Don't carry me like that, give me a piggyback ride."
"Sparkle Gold, you're asking for too much!" Though he said this, Evan Saint squatted down.
Sparkle Gold, dizzy, climbed onto his back, hugging his neck tightly, and shouted: "Giddy-up—"
Evan Saint's face darkened: "Shut up!"
"Boss, please get in the car." The secretary wiped his sweat, imagining the legendary Lord Imperia being treated like a horse...
"I don't want to ride in the car, I feel nauseous." Sparkle Gold resisted, wriggling around.
"Sparkle Gold, if you move around again, I'll throw you off!"
