Along the way, Mo Yangyang wanted to pull her hand out many times, but she didn't succeed.
His hand was slightly cold and dry. Mo Yangyang felt that her palm was getting hotter and hotter, so hot that her forehead started to sweat.
Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere in the carriage was very quiet.
Until the car drove into the city.
Mo Yangyang gulped and mustered up her courage. ""I ... We want to get out of the car…"
Xie Xize still did not let go. He turned to look at her and said with a smile,"Mo Yangyang, I haven't seen you for five years. As usual, you haven't improved much!"
Mo Yangyang hugged her son tightly with one hand and pressed her face against the top of the Spicy Strip. She whispered, ""I can't compare to you. I'm even more black-hearted."
"What?"
Xie Xize's voice suddenly rang in her ears. Mo Yangyang looked up in fright and saw that he had leaned over at some point. His face was almost touching hers.
