Pei Yuanchen looked at her big, bright eyes, feeling a surge of fire in his heart.
He wasn't sure if it was anger or some other kind of fire.
He gruffly said, "Let's go!"
After speaking, he threw the backpack at her.
He Ziyi reached out to catch it, but ended up stumbling slightly. A servant accompanying her immediately reached out, "Miss, let me take it."
Upon hearing this, He Ziyi quickly turned her head and sneered, "He Ziyi, you came to pick me up, right?"
"That's right," Ziyi nodded.
"Then it's your duty to carry my bag, don't give it to anyone else!" he said fiercely.
He Ziyi nodded blankly, "Oh." After saying that, she obediently slung the backpack over her shoulder.
Her frame was slender, and Pei Yuanchen's backpack was quite large, making her look comically like a child trying to wear adult clothes.
Pei Yuanchen's lips curved slightly, finally feeling a relief from his frustration.
Back at the car, Pei Yuanchen got in first.
