"Mo Han Qianqian."
"Goodbye, Dad."
Her small hand held the back of his hand and pulled it out forcefully.
Nian lie instantly sobered up like a dying ray of light. no-"
However, her body had already reached its limit, and that pair of small hands left his palm.
One centimeter, two centimeters ...
A gust of wind blew past him. Although it was fast, it carried a familiar fragrance.
Nian lie's vision blurred, and the figure was already kneeling in front of him.
His mind went blank, and another person appeared on his face. It was Lu Zhui.
Ning Qing grabbed Mo Han's fingers tightly. don't give up, Mo Han!
Mo Han raised his head again and saw ning Qing and Lu Zhui.
The fear of falling again had made him lose his senses.
But the moment he saw ning Qing, he was strangely comforted.
"Young master, don't let go!" Lu Zhui shouted. Hold tight!"
A pair of strong hands grabbed his wrist.
