"I'll carry it myself." Jiang Nuan couldn't bear to let the Old Madam, at such an age, help her with her luggage. She clung to the handle and wouldn't let go, using her other hand to gently push the Old Madam. "Grandma, why are you here so late? We could have gone back ourselves. It's so cold at night, you might catch a chill, and I'd worry."
Madam Fu felt a warm sensation in her heart, unable to hide her joy, continuously patting Jiang Nuan's hand lightly. She softly said, "Oh, I'm fine, dear. You don't have to worry about me. This old lady is doing well. I heard you were coming back to stay, and I was so happy. They didn't want me to come, but I insisted on coming along. I remembered last time, when you returned home, no one was there to greet you at the airport. This time, I couldn't let you come back alone! Coming back alone is too lonely. I couldn't bear it!"
Fu Yi, who was walking behind, came up to them at this point and coughed into his hand.
