Ancient Wen Heng had just squeezed through the crowd when Ming Feng and Jiang Milie surrounded him.
"Master, let us take those." The two of them grabbed at the bags on either side of him, trying to take the load.
Ancient Wen Heng let them take the weight, shrugging off his travel bags. "Are you the only ones here?"
Ming Feng shook his head. "No, Madam and the young master are waiting in the carriage."
The moment they had the bags slung over their shoulders, Ancient Wen Heng was gone in a flash.
They didn't dare to linger. Hoisting the bags, they hurried toward the carriage.
"What are you doing out here?" Ancient Wen Heng lifted the carriage curtain to see Jin Qianqian holding their child, a gentle smile on her face as she looked at him.
"Papa!" Luo Luo spread his arms, ready to pounce. A startled Jin Qianqian quickly scooped him back into her embrace. "You little rascal. You'll just start crying if you fall and get hurt."
