Jing Huan followed suit and called Miss Wen.
Wen Wan didn't have a great impression of him. In her memory, he was always trailing behind Yu Ruohuan like a super devoted admirer, beyond what even a sycophant could achieve. So, she merely acknowledged him perfunctorily before linking arms with Yu Ruohuan, chatting intimately.
This wasn't the ideal moment for Jing Huan to stick too close; he lagged behind by a step, walking side-by-side with Jing Zhan.
Jing Zhan, feeling a bit tired, raised his sore arms and stretched them. He glanced at Jing Huan beside him and handed over his backpack: "Why don't you carry this for your goddess?"
Without a second thought, Jing Huan took the backpack and hugged it like a treasure.
Jing Zhan secretly rolled his eyes. If there were a championship for being a devoted admirer, Jing Huan would definitely take first place.
