Han Luo looked at Mo Yuan desperately, hoping that he would be sensitive enough to understand her predicament. She was so nervous that she couldn't hide her emotions. She tried to take her hand away but Mo Yuan was just too strong for her.
"Xiao Yuan, why aren't you letting go of little Luo Luo's hand?" Han Sheng Ming slowly asked. He stared at Mo Yuan rigorously. His dark and clear eyes seemed clouded and were burning with fire.
"Xiao Yuan, why aren't you letting go of little Luo Luo's hand?" Han Sheng Ming asked again. He was having a hard time controlling his emotions.
"I can explain," Han Luo spoke. Things didn't look that good. That's why she butted in. She tried to explain nervously, "It's a habit. After the accident, big brother Yuan was worried…"
Her words gradually trailed off when Mo Yuan squeezed her hand. She secretly glanced at him and then focused on Han Sheng Ming again. Her heart shook in fear.