Millie was about to continue persuading when suddenly a gloomy voice came from behind, "If he still doesn't want to let go, just take a knife and chop his hand off."
As soon as the voice landed, Emil instantly let go, faster than anyone. This way, Millie wouldn't have to carry him out; he freed himself, quickly ran out, his little butt wriggling as his short legs moved as fast as a rabbit.
It was clear he had practiced running away frequently.
As soon as Huo Beijiang spoke, the smile on Nan Fei's face disappeared, and she sat quietly in the distance, closing her eyes slightly, pretending she didn't exist. Anyway, she couldn't see now, and to avoid being infuriated, she'd better not provoke a certain jerk.
