"This place is full of oil tanks that could ignite or explode at any moment; if the bomb can't be defused, everything here will turn to ashes! Qiao Yucong, get to a safe distance immediately!"
The people behind her didn't respond at all, and Xia Pengpeng didn't have time to care, continuing on her own.
Mu Xingye stepped forward, grabbing her wrist.
Xia Pengpeng felt a weight on her hand, then realized who was standing behind her. She slowly turned her head to see Mu Xingye squatting beside her.
"You..."
Mu Xingye looked at her disheveled appearance and then at the trembling child, scared, and took the bomb from Xia Pengpeng's hand!
"Mu Xingye..." Xia Pengpeng didn't know how to react.
"Get out! Leave this to me."
"No!" Xia Pengpeng immediately shook her head.
Suddenly, the child stretched out a small hand, grabbing Xia Pengpeng tightly, fearing she would leave him behind.
