Over the course of a week, the Grangers prepared plenty of necessities for the seven children. As for food and the like, the villa's owner had already put it in the villa's cold storage.
On the second week's Saturday, the Grangers took advantage of their day off and drove Lin Yue and Hermione to the villa.
Behind their car was a small truck carrying the necessities. That was the most the road to the villa could accommodate.
When they arrived, Lin Yue got out after Hermione and naturally headed toward the small truck behind them.
She casually picked up a large, heavy-looking box and walked toward the villa with some difficulty.
Hermione had just gotten out of the car when Lin Yue suddenly disappeared from behind her. She looked around for her, only to see her emerge from behind the small truck carrying a large box.
Hermione hurried over and grabbed the other side of the box to help her carry it.
With both of them carrying it, Lin Yue's steps became much steadier.
Hermione had originally wanted to chat with Lin Yue, but now she didn't feel like talking. The box was a bit too heavy for two girls who were eleven and almost twelve.
Hermione felt that if she opened her mouth, she would lose the breath she was holding and might drop the box.
Dropping the box would be one thing, but if it made Lin Yue fall too, that would be bad.
Lin Yue, on the other hand, looked perfectly calm, as if the box in her hands weighed nothing.
Only the bulging veins on her hands and her slightly trembling arms showed just how much effort she was putting in.
When they reached the gate in the wall, it was already open. After passing through