"It's all your fault, all your fault! You're a total hooligan!" As soon as the car left, Mu Xiangwan started to throw a fit.
Su Chaoyang's waist was pinched hard enough to make him flinch in pain, and he quickly jumped away.
Seeing him run, Mu Xiangwan quickly chased after him, "Su Chaoyang, stop right there! You're infuriating me!"
But as a former special forces soldier, how could Su Chaoyang be caught by a frail girl?
Unable to catch up, Mu Xiangwan suddenly had an idea. She crouched down with an "Ah," grabbing her ankle and groaning, "It hurts so much... really hurts..."
Hearing her cry out in pain, Su Chaoyang immediately stopped, turned around and came back. She had sprained her ankle before, and the doctor had mentioned she could be prone to recurring sprains, so he already regretted running away.
"What's wrong? Did you twist your ankle? Let me see it quickly." Su Chaoyang held her ankle and asked anxiously, his tone full of concern.
