Song Shijun quickly fawned over her, saying, "My dear lady, I was wrong, okay? You are very light. You are the lightest. You're just like a feather! Your weight is negligible!"
Han Qiqing was satisfied so she let him go.
Su Lin followed behind them and watched them having fun and getting along with each other.
As they were walking along the hallway, Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly said, "Why don't we have a competition?"
Song Shijun, who was always fun-loving, became interested at the idea, "What competition?"
Mu Xiaoxiao laughed mischievously and said, "Jie carries me, and you carry Qiqing. We will run to the parking lot. Whoever loses will be treating. How about that?"
Song Shijun grumbled, "This isn't fair! Shaojie is such a fast runner, and Qiqing is so heavy. Won't I be bound to lose?"
Mu Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows. "Why don't you carry me then?"
