Struggling with things that won't yield results, Qingran decided not to agonize over them any longer.
Xie Ying'an carried Qingran for almost three hundred steps until she asked to walk by herself.
But Xie Ying'an wouldn't listen; instead, he walked even faster.
Qingran: "..."
Is this kid tired to silliness?
At the end of the stone stairs, Mr. Xie's figure was no longer visible.
Qingran couldn't help but wonder, does the Xie Family have such good stamina?
At least in her knowledge, Mr. Xie also had good stamina. Despite being middle-aged, he wasn't pot-bellied, but instead, he exuded a mature and stable aura that young fresh meat lacked.
Unintentionally, Xie Ying'an climbed dozens more steps; his breathing was clearly rapid yet his footing remained steady.
Qingran struggled a bit: "Xie Ying'an, I've rested enough. Let me down, I want to walk by myself."
Xie Ying'an paused slightly, tightened his arms around her thighs a little, and then looked over at her.
