Seeing her helpless like this, Mu Lingqian pulled her up from the ground, squatted in front of her, turned his back towards hers and said, "Climb on."
Wen Xiangyang stared at Mu Lingqian's sturdy back. Was he planning to carry her home?
Having just run for an hour, for who knows how long, she was indeed too tired to walk anymore.
Wen Xiangyang broke into a smile, extended her hands to hug Mu Lingqian's neck, and fully leaned against him. If he could carry her home like this after their daily runs, it wouldn't be so bad.
It was already past nine in the morning by the time Mu Lingqian carried Wen Xiangyang back to the mansion. When she saw the lively dog Xiao Q running around in front of the mansion, her face beaming with joy, she noticed a number of luxury cars and formally dressed men gathered outside the mansion.
Wen Xiangyang blinked her eyes, while Mu Lingqian furrowed his brows and halted.