"Hey, Brother Jing!"
"Uncle!"
Han Qiwu and Tang Qingying greeted Tang Jing with smiles, one after the other.
"Qingying's been eating well lately, huh? Looking sturdier!" Tang Jing walked over with a massive backpack slung over his shoulder and said with a laugh. His skin was much darker than before, weathered and beaten by the elements, with chapped marks on his face and beads of sweat covering his forehead.
"Really? I've gained weight?" Tang Qingying quickly pulled out two tissues to hand over, then glanced down at her slim waist and long legs.
"Not fat, just well-proportioned," Han Qiwu smiled and replied, walking over to help Tang Jing remove the oversized mountain backpack.
"No, no, I've got it. This bag's heavy," Tang Jing waved his hand hurriedly as Han Qiwu approached. It was packed full of items, weighing him down significantly.
