She struggled to carry her items as she left the supermarket.
Since the residential area wasn't far, and it didn't seem worth taking a taxi, she simply decided to walk home.
But the items were too heavy, so she could only carry them a short distance before having to stop and rest.
By the third time she stopped to take a rest, a black business car suddenly pulled up beside her.
The rear door opened, and a tall and straight figure got out and quickly walked over to her.
A familiar and cool scent wafted over, and Duan Fei looked up, startled.
Rong Moyong?
What was he doing here?
The man looked at her, then bent down, reached out, and picked up all the bags on the ground.
Dong Zhi, who was responsible for driving, quickly got out of the car and said, "Third Master, let me take those."
Rong Moyong didn't even glance at him, but continued to gaze at Duan Fei's pale and delicate face.