Ling Chuxia hadn't had the chance to ask who the "you" in her mouth was before the man, as if foreseeing what she was about to say, preempted her by continuing, "What's the matter, baby, are you still mad? I really did hurry over as quickly as possible, don't be mad, don't be mad. Once we're home, you can hit me however you like, okay?"
While speaking, he tightened his embrace around Ling Chuxia and quickly led her forward a few steps.
Ling Chuxia was first stunned, then as it dawned on her, her elegantly shaped eyebrows fiercely knitted together, and she couldn't help but begin to struggle vehemently. She didn't know this man at all.
Sensing Ling Chuxia's struggle, the man's embrace involuntarily tightened further. He leaned his face to the side, his lips drawing close to Ling Chuxia's ear, whispering softly, "Don't move around. You've been targeted by a thief; if you don't want your bag to be stolen, just cooperate with me!"