Leng Zimo held her hand, his eyes revealing surprise, "That impressive?"
"Hehe!" Luo Xiaoqian giggled childishly, "You don't know, when I walked out of the club, my legs were shaking, and I was drenched in cold sweat. Your dad really has a powerful presence."
"You can still laugh about it!" Leng Zimo glared at her reproachfully, pulled her close, and gently hugged her, "I'm sorry, Xiao Qian, for letting you suffer such an indignity."
"What's this suffering? No bleeding, no tears, at most just some sweat." Luo Xiaoqian said nonchalantly, lifting her face and holding his hand, "As long as you stand by my side, I'm not afraid of anything."
Looking at her smiling face, Leng Zimo suddenly had an idea.
He straightened her up, and asked seriously, "Have you really decided, to face everything with me, and fear nothing?"
Looking into his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian nodded solemnly.
"Good!" Leng Zimo patted her little head, "Sit tight, we're going home."
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