The other young man was fair and handsome, about 1.8 meters tall, standing upright, holding a handbag, and standing in the aisle like a small poplar tree growing in the northwest.
"Put it up and sit down, the train is about to start!" Dai Yifeng said.
Bulaji was still struggling to lift her suitcase, wanting to place it on the overhead rack, but after lifting it less than half a meter high, she ran out of energy. With a mournful face, she turned to the waiting young man and said, "Zheng Siqi, please, help me out. When we arrive, I'll treat you to a meal at a state-run restaurant!"
Zheng Siqi turned a blind eye, but a young man nearby couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up to help her put the suitcase up.
Bulaji turned her head to find Xu Qinghuan looking over, and she glared at her, angrily rebuking, "What are you looking at? Are you sick?"