Lu Mian effortlessly picked up the suitcase.
Because she was tall, the large suitcase was completely off the ground.
Mo Si's jaw dropped, and he let out a hiss.
To be honest, even he—a man as strong as an ox—found it a bit taxing to lift that suitcase.
He saw with his own eyes as Lu Mian casually grabbed it with one hand, slung her backpack over one shoulder, and walked off lightly.
She didn't even pause when going up the steps.
Mo Si: … Could Miss Lu actually be a weightlifter?
Unable to win against Lu Mian, Xiao Qimo got back into the car and, with an ambiguous tone, muttered, "Are there a lot of people here?"
He glanced around. Not really.
Mo Si peeked behind him and said, "Sir, Miss Lu means, are there a lot of girls in that dorm!"
Wasn't the meaning clear? She didn't want other girls ogling Master Qimo's handsome face! Such an obvious display of possessiveness—Master Qimo should secretly be thrilled!
