"Hurry up and catch up, don't dawdle." Li Changlin maintained a steady pace the whole time; he wouldn't shake off Cheng Dahai but, of course, he wouldn't let Cheng Dahai catch up to him directly either.
Soon, the three of them reached the mountain top, where Li Changlin found a clearing and stopped.
But when he loosened his grip, he unexpectedly released Cheng Yang.
Having regained his freedom, Cheng Yang was overjoyed and hastily prepared to run toward Ninth Uncle's side.
However, he had barely taken a step when his foot softened, and he fell to the ground in an embarrassing manner.
After running so hard just now, his legs had long since turned to jelly; how could they support his body weighing over a hundred and sixty or seventy pounds?
"Young Master Cheng, don't even think about running. Just sit on the ground quietly and don't move!" Li Changlin laughed heartily and said coldly.
"What a disgrace!" By this time, Cheng Dahai had already stopped in his tracks.
