***
She saw Qiao Chutian bend over to pick up the large cardboard box containing the mahjong table and hurriedly said to Xiaomai, "Xiaomai, help move it quickly. We can't let Chutian move it alone in case he gets injured!"
"It's fine, Auntie, it's not heavy."
Qiao Chutian picked up the box, which seemed a bit heavy.
Had someone else been carrying such a large cardboard box, they might have looked more or less awkward.
But in his hands, it only seemed more stylish and masculine, and he walked steadily, neither flushing nor panting.
Good physical strength!
Mrs. Mai watched with satisfaction as Qiao Chutian's robust physique worked, internally assessing him.
Originally, Qiao Chutian wanted to have someone else move the table, but he thought that doing it himself on his first visit would show more respect.
To those unfamiliar with him, he might seem aloof and unapproachable.
