"No, it was me who bumped into something!" he said offhandedly.
"Really?"
Luo Xiaoqian frowned, aware that people's subconscious minds tend to protect themselves instinctively. In this kind of subconscious state, some horrifying experiences would automatically blur. She couldn't remember the details of the previous day very clearly.
"Of course it's true!" Leng Zimo gave her a reassuring smile.
Huangfu Ao stopped at the door, tactfully choosing not to enter, "The car is ready!"
"Let's go, we're heading back to Beijing!" Leng Zimo once again lifted her in a horizontal carry.
"Your arm?"
"Just a minor injury, it's nothing!"
On the way down, he carried her to the back seat and rolled down the car window, "I'm off!"
"Hurry off!" Huangfu Ao stood on the steps, waved his hand, and the soldier sitting in the driver's seat immediately started the car, driving out of the courtyard.
"I forgot to thank him!" Luo Xiaoqian whispered in his arms.
