Luo Qiao laughed, "Brother Chen, you're always so considerate."
Lu Yichen took the backpack from her hands, "My wife is so beautiful, I have to be thoughtful."
Though he said this, it was truly the instinctive reaction of loving someone. When you care, you think of everything; some things can't be faked.
He helped Luo Qiao put on her coat, then reached out to hold her hand, "I'll hold onto you, so you don't get lost."
Luo Qiao laughed and reached out her other hand to pat his arm, "I'm not a three-year-old child."
There were quite a few passengers getting off the train today.
As they reached the exit, Luo Qiao unexpectedly saw those two kids from the train again. She cheekily waved at them, "Goodbye, little friends."
Lu Yichen heard her talking to someone and turned to look, seeing the two kids waving back at her, "Do you know them?"
Luo Qiao withdrew her gaze, "I met them on the train earlier, they're well-behaved kids."
