Su Tao carried an enormous pink suitcase, almost bigger than her petite frame.
Sweat beads decorated her forehead, and she gasped for air, looking truly exhausted.
But....
It's none of his damn business.
It's not like he forced her to carry so much stuff.
Lu Yanyu coldly withdrew his gaze, pulled Su Mianyan's suitcase without a word, and turned to leave.
He waved his hand, not taking a single cloud with him.
Completely ignored, Su Tao: "...."
She stood still, bit her lip, and stomped her foot hard.
Elsewhere.
Watching the young man's tall figure, Su Mianyan silently carried her own suitcase, a wave of warmth surged in her heart.
Side by side, they walked towards the half-way-up-the-hill tiled house, an ambiguous and romantic atmosphere flowing through the air.
However,
Following behind, Su Tao was as tired as a dog, envy cloaking her heart as she fiercely glared at the duo opposite her, practically grinding her teeth to dust.
