Mo Beichen grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and in the next second, he hoisted her over his shoulder and took large strides down the stairs.
Gu Qian's hair was in disarray as it cascaded down, she punched and kicked, but no matter what, she couldn't break free. His shoulder was pressing into her belly, she was dizzy and saw stars from the pain, "Mo Beichen, put me down."
Mo Beichen easily carried her downstairs, the commotion alarming the villa's servants. Everyone looked over from the bottom of the stairs, but seeing Mo Beichen carrying Gu Qian down and catching his expression, they all scattered.
Mother Zhong had watched them grow up; seeing them at loggerheads, she said, "Young Master, please put the miss down. You're going to hurt her like this."
