Lun Chuan smiled, his warmth palpable even behind the mask.
He nodded, his voice clear, "Then I'll be troubling you."
Yu Yanyan turned back in a daze, her face flushed, and she giggled twice before quickly picking up her phone again to communicate with the company.
The driver Xiaoyu: ...so embarrassing to watch!
For convenience, the hotel was booked close to the film studio. Xiaoyu was brimming with enthusiasm. He not only actively opened the car door for Lun Chuan but even opened the trunk attempting to help with his luggage.
But Lun Chuan stopped him, "I'll do it, I have quite a lot of things."
Yu Yanyan glared at him while Xiaoyu quickly interjected, "Let me do it, I'm used to the heavy lifting—huh?"
He looked at his palms and then at the immobile 28-inch suitcase, trying to find something to counterbalance its inertia.
However, the trunk had been specifically cleared out, and now it was empty except for this suitcase.
