"What, married into a wealthy family and don't even have a car? Could it be they're just fake rich?" Fang Ailing glanced at her and said displeasingly.
Xia Lu looked down and noticed Fang Ailing holding a large bag of groceries without gloves, her hands already turning red. She must have just come from the supermarket, waiting to catch the bus home. The distance from Luo Fan's house was less than two bus stops. If it weren't for the groceries being too heavy to carry, Fang Ailing wouldn't be standing here waiting for the bus, given her character, she would definitely walk back.
"Auntie, let me help you carry it for a while," Xia Lu reached out, ready to take over.
"No need," Fang Ailing turned her body, "I can still manage this little bit."
During peak hours, the bus they were waiting for still hadn't arrived. Fang Ailing's bag continued to sag, but she refused to put it on the ground, fearing Xia Lu would grab it to lift, occasionally turning her head to look at her.
