Compared to Liu Jianmin's big bag, Wang Jia Bao just had a simple small bag. Clearly, he hadn't thought about bringing gifts.
"Oh no, did you bring gifts home? I didn't prepare anything, what do I do now? Is there still time to buy something?" Wang Jia Bao scratched his buzz-cut head, looking troubled.
"There's no time, let's go, get on the train." Jiang Yan picked up his luggage and took Wang Miaomiao's hand, squeezing onto the train first.
The crowd surged forward, with people carrying large and small bags, bumping into each other was unavoidable. Wang Miaomiao had to focus intently on following Jiang Yan's steps closely, or she would be separated in the crowd. Naturally, she didn't pay attention to their hand-holding, which was something they secretly did despite usually not daring to be too close in public.
