Li Xiaoqiang touched his head and said, "Sister Yang Xue, you don't have to go to all this trouble, really, it's making me feel quite embarrassed."
Seeing Li Xiaoqiang's aggrieved expression, Yang Xue walked over to him, laughing and shaking her head as she said, "Look at you, little brother, what's there to be embarrassed about? What era are we living in? If sister asks you to go, it's because she respects you, right?"
"Besides, look, it's getting dark. Your home is in Gancha Town, which is a two-hour car ride, and then you still have to walk for three hours."
Having said that, Yang Xue took Li Xiaoqiang's hand and headed for the exit.
Just then, three women in their thirties, dragging black suitcases, approached Yang Xue. Seeing her pulling a young man, they looked at her strangely.
One of the women said, "Oh, Yang Xue, how can you be so careless about your image? In front of so many of our sisters, pulling a young man."
