Jiang Zhixun carried Shen Qingqing out of the room and headed downstairs.
Shen Qingqing thought he had lost his mind.
If anyone saw them, even if she jumped into the Yellow River, she wouldn't be able to clear her name!
Kicking her legs and hitting his shoulder, she shouted, "Put me down!"
His response was the sound of the door shutting.
Jiang Zhixun walked neither fast nor slow, keeping one arm tightly around Shen Qingqing's waist so she couldn't jump down.
Her high heels fell to the floor. He bent down to pick them up, then stood up with hardly any effort.
Carrying Shen Qingqing was no different to him than carrying a sandbag.
She was light.
It didn't affect his movements at all.
Like this, with one arm carrying Shen Qingqing and the other holding her heels, he made his way downstairs.
His tone was teasing, "Even if you scream at the top of your lungs, no one will come to save you."
"Jiang Zhixun! Are you out of your mind?!"
