"Having called me 'uncle', you're still afraid of taking a ride?"
Mr. Song's voice gave her comfort, and Tang Li clasped her hands behind her back while maintaining a conversation with Song Baiyan as she backpedaled: "I'm considering your position; who knows if this sort of thing could result in an impeachment."
Song Baiyan slowed down his pace, watching her lively and active demeanor.
Her little white shoes stepped on the leaves by the roadside, making an almost inaudible rustling sound.
As they were crossing the street, Song Baiyan saw her continue to walk backward and pulled her to his side. Tang Li had her wrist held, feeling like a marionette being led across the zebra crossing inside the campus.
Her hand was not let go.
The man's large hand was broad and strong, enveloping her fingers.
Unlike last night, for the first time, she vividly felt the warmth from Song Baiyan's palm.
