When the group of people saw Gu Nianshen carrying Lin Yiqian, they stopped walking simultaneously.
Both Lin Yiqian and Gu Nianshen's faces froze when they saw the others.
As Grandmother Song and Song Changwen were from the older generation, they felt an indescribable awkwardness from what they had observed. Very unnaturally, they looked away from Gu Nianshen and Lin Yiqian.
Grandmother Song and Song Changwen both seemed very unamused.
If they had lived in ancient times, they would have yelled at Gu Nianshen and Lin Yiqian for being inappropriate.
However, Lin Yiqian took all of this in and could not help but feel a little pleased with herself. There was a glimmer of slyness in her eyes as she stood beneath the darkened sky. "I told you I can walk on my own. Why must you carry me?" She shifted her gaze to Gu Nianshen's face.
