Xie Shu seemed to hear some amusing joke, bursting out laughing directly.
"Miss Jun, you should know where to draw the line when joking. How could a cripple like me lose control of his strength?"
If he had any strength, would he have ended up in such a state?
However, the carriage was very quiet, even Wu Di, who was always so active, was now quietly squatting in a corner.
In Tianjin Mouse's eyes, there was nothing but sympathy.
This good-looking little person was truly pitiful.
Pity for the similarly afflicted.
Shen Yaoye also looked at him with a somber face.
Xie Shu turned to look at Chuzheng, his dark pupils as if they had been doused with the thickest ink, making people feel chilly at a glance.
Chuzheng pressed his head against her shoulder: "It's okay, don't be afraid."
"Young Master Xie," Shen Yaoye said, "do you not know what's inside your body?"
Xie Shu suddenly pressed his face close to Chuzheng, not answering Shen Yaoye.