With someone to help carry the luggage, Shu Wan greatly enjoyed her leisure, strolling along and admiring the surrounding scenery.
Fu Yang, however, was not as relaxed.
Although Fu Yang was young and had good stamina, he was after all raised in the lap of luxury as a young master and had never traversed this kind of mountain road, let alone drag such a large suitcase.
Halfway through the journey, Fu Yang's back was already soaked with sweat.
Seeing him struggling, Shu Wan reached out, wanting to help him with the load, but was dodged by Fu Yang, "Just focus on where you're walking."
Shu Wan's gaze swept across Fu Yang's forehead, where sweat-soaked hair lay in disarray, "Are you hungry?"
Having stayed with Fu Yang all along, Shu Wan naturally knew that since boarding the plane this morning, this young master had found the plane meal unpalatable, the pickled vegetables and steamed buns distasteful, and hadn't eaten much till now.
"Not hungry."
