Judging by her weak arms and calves, Gong Enlai might only need one hand to beat her if they really started fighting.
Liang Zixuan wasn't foolish enough to court for a death.
After breakfast, Liang Zixuan and Han Yuanjun stood up. Luo Yanyun quickly handed Liang Zixuan the bag she had provided. "Take this with you."
The bag was too heavy for Liang Zixuan to hold. When she caught it, the bag fell onto the floor. She grabbed it and put it on a chair, opened it, and asked, "Grandmother, what's inside? Why is it so heavy?"
Luo Yanyun quickly clapped her hands. "Stop looking. It's already late, and Xiao Han still has to go to work. You can look at it in the car later."
Han Yuanjun picked up the bag and carried it on his shoulder before pulling Liang Zixuan's hand. "Grandmother, grandfather, we'll go first."
Qiao Hongya and Luo Yanyun waved at them at the door. "Drive carefully."
