How could Jimo Cheng not have noticed Lin Jiayou's expression? He just smiled.
"Senior Brother, this is another brother of mine, Lin Jiayou, Uncle Lin's son." Luo Qianqian softly introduced, and as Lin Jiayou was walking over, she did not forget to introduce him, "Brother Jiayou, this is my Senior Brother, Jimo Cheng."
"I've heard a lot about you." Lin Jiayou extended his hand.
Jimo Cheng looked at the bags in his hands, whose face showed difficulty, but then he heard Luo Qianqian saying, "Senior Brother, Brother Jiayou wants to help you with the bags, don't be shy now."
Lin Jiayou's face was speechless. Did he look like he was here to carry bags? But still, he didn't object and took the bags from Jimo Cheng's hands, "Come on in, Aunt An has been waiting for you for a long time."
Luo Qianqian quickly straightened her back, fearing any sign of discomfort might give her away to her mother.
