...
Tang Wan hung up the phone and soon arrived at the train station. She waited at the exit for about ten minutes before she saw a familiar figure.
"Master Qiao!" Tang Wan waved at him.
The man, in his early forties, was lean and sharp, with neatly cropped hair and dressed in a black cloth shirt. Despite the warmth of spring, his attire still gave a somewhat chilly impression, yet his posture was proud and erect.
His proud demeanor and sharp eyes made even the natural chill of early spring pale in comparison.
"I'll take your luggage." Tang Wan walked over, just about to take his luggage, but he refused.
"I'll handle it myself."
His voice was extremely cold, even devoid of warmth, and then he followed up by saying, "It's quite heavy, you can't handle it."
Tang Wan just smiled; his way of showing care was always so awkward.
"I'm just getting engaged, I didn't expect you to trouble yourself to come all this way..."
