Zhang Xinxin's eyes widened, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. Despite the burning pain on her face, she said nothing, bent down, and began picking up the scattered items on the ground.
Seeing this, a trace of regret and heartache flashed across Zhang Jian Country's face. He stepped forward to stop her, saying, "Oh dear, what are you doing? You don't need to pick these up. Go back to your company quickly!"
Zhang Xinxin forcefully shook off his hand, and stubbornly continued picking up the water bottles and fruits on the ground, putting them back into the basket, and holding it tightly.
"What are you doing? Are you planning to help me carry them home??"
Zhang Jian Country anxiously and angrily said, "It's still two or three kilometers to go back. How can you, a young girl, manage that? Put it down quickly! Put it down!"
