Chu Lui's expression darkened in despair, and his eyes spoke of the vicious emotions that were the same as four years ago. The car started. Then, it sped out in lightning speed.
In the living room of the Chu's family home…
Du Jingtang dropped the things he was holding and scattered them all over the sofa. Then, he sat at the side as he panted hard thoroughly exhausted. He was the free mover. Again. He couldn't possibly let the two elderly carry all these things.
Neither could he allow a pregnant woman to do so. He was the only one who could do it. When his auntie called him, he thought it was something important, but she merely wanted him to help her with her shopping. Being the ever-obedient nephew, he took the bags. Now, his shoulders were aching.
He was lucky to survive the hard work.
