A low voice came from Lu Moqing, "If it hurts, lean against me."
"I'm fine, don't be so melodramatic."
President Lu, who was called melodramatic by his daughter-in-law, didn't seem to care at all, and his hand around Qiao Xu's shoulder never let go.
Qiao Xu didn't fuss with him at this time and just let him hold her.
Although the two didn't live together for a long time, their tacit understanding was quite strong. Not long after they started, they left the others behind in no time.
Even though Qiao Xu had been enduring the pain in her knees, her body's instinctual response was still obvious. Lu Moqing could feel her struggling while walking and her movements were somewhat slow.
When they reached Qiao Yi, Lu Moqing suddenly squatted down and untied the rope tied to his and Qiao Xu's legs.
He then placed Qiao Yi on his back. Qiao Xu, puzzled by his actions, said, "The race isn't over yet, you..."
