Li Sulan was furious. She was panting like an old ox as she ran, only to find Sang Ning deliberately slowing down the pace.
With Sang Ning's skills, running this slow was completely unnatural. Could it be that she didn't want to help her win?
"Mom~"
Sang Ning's lips curled into a small arc, and the tone in which she called "Mom" carried not a shred of sincerity.
But that light and airy "Mom" instantly made Li Sulan lose all sense, her breathing even slowing down for a few beats.
"I'm protecting you here. If I run too fast, you won't be able to keep up, and you might trip and get hurt. And did you see how badly everyone in the front has bumped into each other? Winning first place doesn't matter—what's important is making sure you don't get hurt." Sang Ning explained leisurely.
Although her words were expressions of concern, not a trace of warmth could be seen in her demeanor—only a sense of distance and indifference.
"Fine! You know how to care for your mom now."
