Wang Xia spoke, reaching out to take the backpack off his shoulder. A man in his thirties, dressed in formal wear, yet carrying a backpack like this—no matter how you looked at it, it seemed out of place.
"I just got here as well, wasn't in a rush," the man said, claiming not to be in a hurry, although he was secretly anxious. God knows how disappointed he felt when he got off the car and didn't see her, thinking she regretted asking him to visit her.
Not knowing her address, he spent a long time mustering the courage to dial the number on his phone, but never did, fearing she'd be annoyed with him and never see him again.
Hearing her concerned words now, his heart pounded wildly, face turning even redder.
Seeing her wanting to help with his things, he dodged aside with a simple, honest expression on his face, "This isn't heavy, I can carry it myself."
