Wang Xiangxiang, with her heavy luggage in hand, walked slowly. Seeing the rude man coming over to take her luggage, she thought he had finally developed a conscience?
But upon hearing his words, she cursed herself thoroughly in her heart. How foolish could she be to even think for a moment that the rude man could change for the better?
If a rude man could change for the better, it would be when the sun rises from the west.
He called her weak. What did it matter to him if she was weak or not? She inexplicably felt like arguing with him, and didn't know where she found the strength, but she clutched the luggage and refused to let go, as the atmosphere dropped below freezing point.
Seeing that the two of them hadn't caught up, Xiaoxiao glanced outside the carriage and held her forehead. What was the situation with these two? They had been finding fault with each other all day long.