Yang Ruxin had no choice but to stop in her tracks, the corners of her mouth twitching involuntarily, "Yang Rusong, if you don't let go, do you believe I'll cripple both your arms?"
"I believe it!" Yang Rusong grimaced as he looked up, "But even if you cripple me, I won't let go."
"You..." Yang Ruxin couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, finally nodding her head, "Fine, but why should I help you?"
The moment Yang Rusong heard there was a chance, he quickly scrambled up while still grimacing, but he was afraid Yang Ruxin would leave, so one hand was always clutching the hem of her clothes, "The reason is that I was a bastard in the past, clueless, but now I've realized, I will change."
Yang Ruxin's eyes narrowed slightly, but she remained silent.