He stepped forward directly, took her backpack from her shoulder, and strode towards the parking lot.
Xu Zeming immediately followed.
Muxia hurried to catch up as well.
Both boys had long legs, taking a single step that matched her two.
So Muxia obviously struggled a bit, forced to jog to keep up with them.
The delicate girl didn't run far before she was panting, her bangs damp with sweat on her forehead, her complexion even more flushed.
Once Jiang Qingchen noticed, he immediately slowed down, quietly waiting for her.
Xu Zeming wasn't as considerate, still walking briskly forward. It wasn't until he reached the parking lot that he realized the other two were still halfway there.
"Why are you so slow?" he asked with a frown.
Muxia gently bit her lip, squeezing out an embarrassed and apologetic voice, "Sorry, it's me who is walking too slow."
