"Do you want me to support you all the time, Chu Xichen?"
The man's lips curled into a faint smile, and his magnetic voice poured on Chu Xichen like cold water.
She was about to push Mo Yanchen away, but she didn't expect that the other party had already let go of her hand before her.
Chu Xichen staggered before regaining his balance.
She opened her mouth slightly, but before she could say thank you, the other party jumped in first again, "Please give way."
Mo Yanchen's eyes were cold, as if the scene just now was an illusion.