"Take these to the 3rd floor and put them in Qiaoqiao's study."
Seeing her move so swiftly and effortlessly, it was as if she was carrying not heavy bundles of fabric, but two balls of cotton.
As she stepped onto the stairs, Song Tan looked back at Lun Chuan:
"Don't move them, wait for me, the rope can cut your hands."
Lun Chuan: ...
After much practice, he had learned to keep a straight face.
The people around them, however, were looking at him with peculiar expressions. Qin Yun and He Kuang somewhat understood his current fragile state, but the parents had complex looks in their eyes—
This Lun Chuan, so handsome and upright, who would have thought he'd end up like this?
When he worked before, he clearly was quite muscular. Could it be that in the countryside they have useless gyms for show?
Looking at Song Tan, who had already quickly headed up the stairs, the women sighed silently:
Lun Chuan is a good person, everyone trusts his character
