"I'm not weak either, and my left hand isn't injured."
Feeling that he had been looked down on, Qi Jingmo insisted on carrying a bag too.
Su Qiao thought for a moment, set down the bags in her hands, took out a small bag of leafy greens from the shopping bag, and stuffed it into his hands. "Carry this."
"..."
Holding a small bunch of leafy greens weighing less than two pounds in both hands, Qi Jingmo stood there in complete disarray.
Why did he feel as if she had treated him like a frail scholar who couldn't shoulder a load or lift anything?
"You wanted to carry something, and I've already humored you. Aren't you going to hurry up?"
When she saw that he still hadn't caught up, Su Qiao turned around and called to him.
Qi Jingmo foolishly held the bunch of greens and slowly followed after her.
The moment the two of them stepped out of the supermarket, uproarious laughter came from behind them.
Su Qiao didn't think anything of it, but Qi Jingmo's face instantly flushed red.
"Why are you blushing?" Su Qiao asked curiously.
Judging from the first three worlds, he should not have been someone who cared about other people's thoughts or opinions.
Qi Jingmo patted his face and stared at her with slight resentment. "They're laughing at me."
"They aren't laughing at you. They're... sick in the head. Yes, that's it—they're sick in the head."
Su Qiao couldn't find a better excuse for the moment.
Of course, she genuinely thought those people were sick too.
After all, she didn't think there had been anything funny about what had just happened.
"Your attempt at comforting me isn't convincing at all." Qi Jingmo still looked at her resentfully.
Su Qiao thought for a moment. "Then