"My foot hurts," Han Yingying said pitifully as she looked at Shen Mosheng, and quickly added, "Carry me on your back," concerned he might exaggerate by carrying her in his arms.
"Okay," Shen Mosheng squatted down in front of her, waited for her to climb onto his back, and then slowly stood up to avoid making her uncomfortable.
"You can drop me off at the ice cream shop over there and then quickly go accompany Miss Yu," Han Yingying considerately said.
"No need, she can manage on her own."
"But isn't it impolite to just leave her like that?"
"You're not feeling well."
"I'll be fine after a little rest."
"I'm not reassured."
"But what if Grandpa Shen blames you..."
"I'll take the blame."
"What if he hits you again?"
Shen Mosheng hesitated slightly before saying with doubt, "I run?"
Unexpectedly hearing this response, Han Yingying laughed out loud and patted his head, praising him with a smile, "Under my influence, you've improved. Not bad at all."
