Xiao Ling pulls Mu Xinyu and runs out until he runs to a bridge. Mu Xinyu feels tired. If he can't run, he plans to stop and rest. He just wants to pull out his hand, but finds that he doesn't know when his little hand is tightly held by Xiao Ling.

"let me go." The tone is as cold as before.

when Xiao Ling heard Mu Xinyu's words, he found that he was still holding Mu Xinyu's hand. He just felt weak like boneless, tender and smooth, and pinched it twice.

Mu Xinyu here felt Xiao Ling's action, and was furious at once. He clapped the other hand without...