Tang Anzhi glanced at her, then at the ankle clad in high heels and said, "Xie brother, Assistant Xian has a sprained foot, can you carry her?" Such a naive and silly girl, those people won't let her go—if they catch her, how could she escape unharmed?
And how could she possibly abandon her own people and run for her life?
"No... no need," Assistant Xian quickly refused. If someone were to carry her, how would they manage to escape? She did weigh a hundred pounds, after all.
"Yes," Xie Taihong responded promptly, swiftly running in front of Xian Jingshu, and without saying a word crouched slightly, the intention clear.
Seeing no alternative, Xian Jingshu had to climb on his back. Every minute they delayed, the people behind them got closer.
