She certainly wouldn't care about Meng Xinian or anyone else being curious about her backpack.
Watching Meng Xinian swallow one piece and get ready to leave, she immediately grabbed him again and stuffed another piece into his mouth, staring at him with stubborn eyes, and insisted he eat it, "Eat another piece. Leave this to me, I'll deal with it and find you after."
This was the first time Meng Xinian had enjoyed this treatment, as Chiang Xiao fed him by hand.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to enjoy it any longer; he quickly swallowed the snack, ruffled her hair, leapt out of the car, and didn't hang around to say another word to her.
The rain outside had lessened a bit, but for the past two days, this had been the pattern: a lightening of the rain didn't mean it would stop, it often meant that after a while, it would start pouring down again suddenly.
Therefore, this brief respite from the heavy rain was precious to them.
