"Fine, I'll carry...carry...is that okay now?"
Lin Ruize was not afraid of anything else, except Lin Jinyu. In front of his father, he restrained himself from being reckless.
Xu Qiao'er got hold of him and had the haughty young master obediently under control, secretly laughing to herself.
"It's fine, he doesn't need to carry me,"
Mu Qifu discerned his pretense, a feeling of indescribable sadness welled up, her eyes turning red as she choked out a rejection, "I can walk myself, no need to trouble him."
She stubbornly tried to stand up, the action pulling at her ankle, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Ahem."
Lin Ruize awkwardly scratched his nose, bent down and grabbed her arm, with one swift movement threw her on his back.
"Let go of me, you don't have to carry me."
Mu Qifu got scared, when she regained her senses, she felt both embarrassed and angry, struggling to get down.
Lin Ruize without uttering a word, dashed towards the backyard carrying her.
