After chasing for another ten miles and seeing that Little Xuanhua had no intention of giving up, Xuanyuan Que gave up.
If she kept running, her fat would burn too fiercely, that flower would slim down, and then Grandmother would be distressed. She would find every way to fatten her up again, resulting in a worse rebound. He estimated she'd gain ten pounds for every pound lost.
Of course, whether she was fat or thin had nothing to do with him.
The main problem was that this flower was usually too lazy—after walking a few steps, she would either want to be carried or piggybacked. If she got too heavy, carrying her for a long time would tire him out too.
So Xuanyuan Que drove the two heads back.
The two of them were ready to die!
What had happened?
Why were they running back?
And if they were running back, why had they run forward in the first place?
Ruo Xuan caught up to them and asked, "Did Brother Xuanyuan…"
