Lin Fan was puzzled, did he secretly peek at Feng Chengcheng's little behind when he was a kid? Why did this girl look at him as if she was seeing an enemy?
Lin Fan ignored Feng Chengcheng's threat and asked Su Yanyu worriedly, "Can you hold on?"
"Put me down, please." Su Yanyu quickly said, feeling a bit embarrassed to be held by Lin Fan in front of Feng Chengcheng.
However, just as Lin Fan put Su Yanyu down, her steps were a bit unsteady and she almost fell. Luckily, Lin Fan quickly supported her.
"Yanyu, what's wrong?"
Feng Chengcheng ran over with a worried face, grabbing Su Yanyu's delicate hand. Feeling the coldness on her hand, her face immediately changed.
"Oh no! Yanyu, why is your hand so cold? And you're all wet! You rotten scoundrel, what did you do to Yanyu?" Feng Chengcheng glared at Lin Fan with eyes full of anger.
"Chengcheng, it's not Lin Fan's fault." Su Yanyu explained, as Lin Fan had just saved her.
