Wei Ziyi immediately glared angrily at Hua Qianyu.
However, Hua Qianyu didn't look at her, and just said to Su Mo:
"I trouble you, Su, the Chief of the Escort."
"No problem."
Su Mo glanced at Wei Ziyi: "Tell your mother to worry less, stop being childish."
After speaking, he carried her on his back.
Hua Qianyu then handed over an umbrella: "An oil-paper umbrella is nothing, Su, the Chief carries you, so you help him with the umbrella."
"Then I shall take my leave."
Su Mo cupped his fists and continued walking towards the City Lord Manor with Wei Ziyi.
Wei Ziyi lay on Su Mo's back, unable to resist looking back at Hua Qianyu.
She saw Hua Qianyu standing in the rain, even without an umbrella, she looked so ethereal, so out of the ordinary.
But as her daughter looked back at her, she secretly gave a thumbs-up, eyes full of encouragement...
"..."
Wei Ziyi suddenly felt like she could die of embarrassment.
She turned back, lying on Su Mo's back again, silent all the way.
