Lu Niange had been babbling for a long time before Jian Chenxi finally cracked a slow smile.
Lu Niange, seeing Jian Chenxi smile, let out a small sigh of relief and gently kissed her cheek, her voice soft, "Good girl, go shoot the MTV."
Jian Chenxi nodded, hugged Lu Niange, and walked away reassured.
Lu Niange stood still, watching Jian Chenxi's figure slowly fade, then spaced out for a moment before tilting her head to look at the high diving platform, deep in thought.
Li Qingshen, holding Ling Momo, hurried towards his car.
Uncharacteristically anxious, he felt his legs weaken frequently from either worry or fear, almost causing him to fall while still holding Ling Momo.
With her eyes closed, Ling Momo felt him stumble, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively reached out to grasp Li Qingshen's arm.
Their clothes were soaking wet, and Ling Momo could distinctly feel the warmth emanating from his body.
