Qiao Anhao stopped entering the passcode to bend down and pick up the sheets of paper.
The late winter wind was quite strong, and the southern one was blowing through the road. Qiao Anhao picked up just three or four sheets when a gust of wind blew the rest in the direction of where Xu Jiamu was standing.
Qiao Anhao chased after them and bent down to pick them up. As she chased after the last two sheets of paper, she walked over to the front of the car, where the papers finally landed. Before she could pick them up, someone bent down to help her get them.
With a word of "Thanks", Qiao Anhao raised her head to see a stiff face, then cried, "Brother Jiamu!"
