"Hey, Jinghuai, why are you carrying such a big bed by yourself? Let me help you share the load?" Fang Tongzhou looked at Jiang Jinghuai carrying a double bed alone, propped on his shoulder. No matter how robust his stature was, it was still a double bed. Moreover, he was sweating profusely; shouldn't he wipe it off?
He rolled up his sleeves, about to step forward.
Jiang Jinghuai cast him a calm glance, "No need. Don't touch it, stand aside."
"Huh?" Fang Tongzhou didn't quite understand.
The commotion was too great, and with training over, it attracted many people along the way. Jiang Jinghuai ignored them, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.
The girls from the art troupe, seeing this, opened their small cherry-like mouths in surprise, their hearts racing.
