Just as Mu Qianshui was watching Yan Xinxin about to jump off, a voice suddenly echoed, making her shiver all over.
Her body trembled, and before she could fully see the figure, a series of rapid footsteps came closer and closer.
Following that, a shadow as swift as the wind flashed past her peripheral vision!
Yan Xinxin looked at the man sprinting toward her, smiled lightly, withdrew her foot, and turned around without the slightest panic.
"Xinxin!"
Mo Chuxi rushed forward and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, terrified that she might disappear before his eyes in the very next second.
Yan Xinxin raised her hand to return his embrace, gently patting his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Xixi. Your little Xinxin wouldn't really jump off."
She comforted him.
"I only did this to avoid provoking that lunatic Mu Qianshui and to buy us some time."
Yan Xinxin's explanation gradually eased Mo Chuxi's pounding heart.
