Looking at Hong Jiaxin's delicate face, there were still traces of tears.
Luo Yang wanted to distract her, so she wouldn't dwell on her sorrow.
"Squad leader, I guess I'm your benefactor, so help me adjust my shoes," Luo Yang said with a smile.
"Say that again, and I'll beat you to death!" She indeed flared up.
Being angry would naturally keep her from thinking about her parents and make her feel a bit better.
"Squad leader, I'll arrange everything. Don't be anxious. Once I've decided whether to fly or take the high-speed train, I'll let you know."
When the conversation returned to the topic, her expression wasn't as hateful anymore.
"Are you lying? You never planned to take me along!" Hong Jiaxin suddenly exclaimed.
He did harbor such an intention, but he wouldn't admit it.
Seeing him smile, Hong Jiaxin furrowed her willow-shaped brows again.
