Lu Haiqiao turned her head slightly and said to the young woman behind her, "Hey, stand aside, and don't come over. Do you hear me?"
It seemed like she was ready to fight.
The girl lowered her eyes. Her bangs fell, hiding the unreadable emotions in her eyes.
"Miss, be careful. I… I'll help you carry your bag, okay? Why don't you wait a while? Maybe…"
Her voice became softer and softer, and her head lowered. She hunched her shoulders and looked pitiful.
Lu Haiqiao raised her eyebrow and tugged at her bag strap without saying a word.
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out behind them.
"Lu Haiqiao, you little brat, I've finally found you!"
Lu Haiqiao turned around and saw a familiar figure approaching.
How many times did she have to tell Lu Yange not to call her "little brat"?
Lu Yange, who was tall and slender, walked quickly to Lu Haiqiao.