"Yes, yes, yes! It's all my fault!"
Seeing Li Xiangmei's pitiful look, Lin Yifan felt a pang of heartache and couldn't help but hold her a little longer.
"Promise me you won't do these silly things again, okay?"
Li Xiangmei chided, looking like she was scolding a child.
"Got it! Got it!" Lin Yifan answered perfunctorily.
When a woman is lecturing, never talk back, or it will escalate.
Li Xiangmei was still immersed in her emotions, unable to pull herself away; she held Lin Yifan tightly, feeling the warmth and care of this man.
After a long while, she reluctantly left Lin Yifan's embrace.
At this moment, Lin Yifan pulled the two suitcases in front of them, breaking the awkward atmosphere, and said, "See if anything's missing inside."
The two women took the suitcases, opened them, and checked carefully.
Little Qing found that her belongings were intact and untouched, presumably undisturbed.
