At the high-speed railway station.
Fang Qiu arrived right on time.
After less than five minutes, he saw Jiang Miaoyu dragging her luggage out.
Fang Qiu immediately went up to take the luggage.
Though he was wearing a mask, Jiang Miaoyu still recognized Fang Qiu at a glance.
"Can I not donate?"
Looking at Fang Qiu, Jiang Miaoyu smiled at the first words she said.
Fang Qiu grinned.
He knew that Jiang Miaoyu must have read Weibo.
"Of course." Fang Qiu answered with a smile.
Fang Qiu laughed, held Jiang Miaoyu's hand, and walked out of the high-speed railway station.
At this moment, the tailored car called by the mobile phone had arrived.
They got in the car.
On the way back to school, Jiang Miaoyu leaned against Fang Qiu's shoulder and asked, "Do you still have to run around this
