Murong Qiao looked at the pile of bags on the ground and didn't know what to say.
However, Ruan Ying still felt that it was not enough. "There's a limit to what I can carry. I've already asked the chauffeur to help send some things to your house."
There was even a hint of pity in her tone. Clearly, she felt that her spoils of war were not enough.
"Actually, there's no need to be so… exaggerated." Murong Qiao was helpless.
She knew that Ruan Ying could do whatever she wanted, but she still couldn't stand to see her carrying so many bags.
However, Ruan Ying was straightforward. She didn't need a reason to be good to someone.
She said self-righteously, "But you're my good friend."
Ruan Ying's words fell into An Nuo's ears as she pushed the door open and walked in.
She stopped in her tracks and looked past the door frame at the energetic girl in front of the desk.
"An Nuo?" Murong Qiao then realized her existence.
