Chu Molin reached out and took Qin Xue's hand, completely ignoring the glances of others. He didn't care about those who were used to the high positions or those old soldiers who had killed in the war; they had no influence on him. Qin Xue wanted to pull her hand away, but he was holding it too tightly.
"Let go. So many people are watching." Unable to pull her hand away, Qin Xue had no choice but to ask him to let go.
"No." Chu Molin's two simple words directly blocked Qin Xue's words.
"This doesn't look good." Qin Xue glared at him.
"As long as I like it, it doesn't matter what they think. If it doesn't look good, they don't have to look." Chu Molin led Qin Xue in front, while An Hao and Li Zhao followed behind. Seeing the actions of the couple in front, Li Zhao also directly took An Hao's hand. With their example, he had nothing to be afraid of.
