"You didn't accompany me to play anywhere today. It was dad who played with me."
Qiao Xu, who heard the continuous screams around her, frowned and wanted to refuse. But when she met her son's pleading eyes, she finally nodded, "Alright."
Qiao Yi showed his happiness, grabbed both of them, and went to line up.
Lu Moqing glanced at Qiao Xu's locked brow and slightly pale face, frowned, and said softly, "If you're scared, don't go. I'll accompany Qiao Yi up."
Qiao Xu glanced at him with a faint look, "It's fine, I can do it."
She had just never played such a thrilling game before. Hearing those screams, she instinctively had some resistance.
When it was their turn, Lu Moqing held his son on his lap and fastened the seatbelt, and Qiao Xu sat beside him.
He glanced at Qiao Xu and saw her hands nervously resting on the armrests, her expression serious and tense, completely different from the way she confronted him head-on.
