After rushing out of the courtyard with Liang Haoming, she suddenly felt a little stunned. The terrain here was just too complex, and she turned back to look at Liang Haoming, seeing the man looking confused.
"Haoming?"
Suddenly coming to his senses, the man looked at her expressionlessly, then took her hand in his and began to lead the way ahead.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
The husbands were all tall, with long legs; she was the shortest in the family, with the shortest legs. Haoming took one step and she had to take two. He looked back at her, then with a long reach, he scooped her up as if holding a small child, sitting her in the crook of his arm. He then moved swiftly, his pace quickening.
Biting her lip, she clutched the front of his garment, her heart full of worry for Zhi Chen.
***
All through the night, the Golden Triangle was accustomed to revelry.
