The Confused Thief Runs with the Ball

One is a genius, as cold as ice and as deep as the sea. One is a little girl raised by a genius, with curved eyebrows and cute eyes. "I give up, I'm giving up." "Hey!" Song Xinming raised his voice in a low voice, "Are you sure you want to give up?" He looked at her provocatively, with the corners of his lips pursed slightly, "Come here." Taking a deep breath, she looked at the fox. The slender hand stretched out towards her, waiting for her to hold it, like a prince inviting the princess to dance. "Song Xinming, let me try. If I fall, I will fail..."