Leng Ruobing gave Xiao Zheng a stare. This guy really had no sense of propriety – he was clearly provoking hostility.
She patted Song Xiaoji's shoulder and said irritably, "Cousin, you're a grown man, what's with all the whining and crying? Hurry up and get your luggage."
"Uh..." Leng Ruobing's words were effective; Song Xiaoji stopped his crying immediately. With a faint smile and in a coquettish manner, he said, "I knew it, my Ruobing treats me the best."
"Yeah, of course, we're family after all!" Leng Ruobing smiled faintly at Song Xiaoji.
Her flirtatiously radiant smile immediately gave Song Xiaoji endless encouragement. He snorted at Xiao Zheng with a girly attitude and went to get the luggage.
Bloody hell, what kind of creature is this?
Xiao Zheng felt a chill in his heart and followed to get the luggage.
After retrieving the luggage, Xiao Zheng wanted to help carry some, but Song Xiaoji glared at him furiously, not giving him the chance.
