"Qingqing." Li Huan subconsciously grabbed Su Qing's hand, her voice trembling. "This alley is a shortcut, but there's no one here right now." The sound of the two men's footsteps seemed to be getting faster, and her heart leaped into her throat. 'Are we really this unlucky? Are those two men coming for us?'
"It's okay." Su Qing knew Li Huan was scared, so she quickly reassured her. "I'm here. You take this bag. It's the pastries for Grandma and Grandpa. Don't damage them."
"Okay." Su Qing's words instantly put Li Huan at ease. Remembering the clean shoulder throw Su Qing had used on Song Yutian, she took a deep breath. "Don't worry, I'll definitely protect the bag."
Su Qing smiled at Li Huan, then stopped and turned to face the two men who were walking quickly toward them.
