The sudden change made Si Qianmo's heart sink. He turned his head to glance at Li Muxing, whose face was ashen, then unbuckled his seatbelt, clearly intending to get out of the car.
Someone who can create such a spectacle surely isn't just any Tom, Dick, or Harry.
As soon as Si Qianmo made a move, Li Muxing grabbed his arm. At this moment, Li Muxing's forehead was already sweating, evidently under considerable psychological pressure.
Li Muxing shook his head at Si Qianmo, his tone low as he said, "Don't go out."
Now, Li Muxing simply couldn't harness his spiritual power, and in a certain sense, he was practically a cripple.
Li Muxing couldn't help Si Qianmo at all; instead, he would only drag Si Qianmo down. But Li Muxing knew that the 'world' outside was even more dangerous, so he hoped Si Qianmo would stay in the car with him.
