Fu Jinghen took the suitcase and turned to walk towards the car parked at the roadside.
Lin Luang stood still for a long time before he realized what was happening and hurried forward, "Hey President Fu, I can carry it myself—"
Wen Qiao grabbed his wrist, "It's fine, my boss is quite, um, happy to help. Just let him carry it."
After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh.
What happy to help? It was simply because he saw she wanted to carry luggage for another man, felt unhappy, yet couldn't bear to let her exert herself, so he reluctantly helped his rival carry the luggage.
Because Wen Qiao was wearing a mask, Lin Luang couldn't see her expression; he just nodded vaguely and gave Fu Jinghen a 'good person card', "President Fu is really a good person."
Wen Qiao laughed and said, "Yeah, he is a good person."
