"Wherever you go, I'll take you there! Dare to run off alone again, I'll break your leg!"
Ruth Wills lay on his chest, crying "boo hoo." "Don't be like this, what I said is true, I really need to leave alone, I'm sorry, but I really can't take it anymore..."
The sound of her crying was genuinely heartbreaking and woeful, Steven Russo's sullen face changed slightly, his heart filled with pain, and he bent down to pick up the nearly fainting Ruth Wills.
"It's too late today, let's go back to rest first. Tomorrow, I'll take you away from here and have someone arrange the private jet, hmm?"
"No...I want to do it myself..."
"Dare to say one more word, hmm?"
"Boo hoo..."
Their voices gradually drifted away, until even Ruth Wills's sobbing could no longer be heard.
Steven Russo left the restaurant with Ruth Wills in his arms, not once did he look at Old Master Russo.
But Old Master Russo's heart began to panic inexplicably, unclear why, his mind remained restless.
