"Okay, let's go then."
Lu Jing picked up his bag, only to have it snatched away as soon as he got his hands on it:
"I'll carry it."
Sheesh, can't even let his wife carry her own small bag, huh?
Lu Jing really wanted to laugh:
"You're making me feel like I've lost the ability to move!"
Spit spit spit.
"What nonsense are you spouting so early in the morning?
It's only now that I can carry it for you, once we're at the hospital, I won't even be able to help if I want to."
After all, every profession has its own expertise.
Their professions are completely different.
Lu Jing curled the corner of his mouth:
"You have the final say."
No point in arguing over something so trivial.
Descending the stairs, someone was exceedingly careful:
"Slow down, no rush, we've still got plenty of time."
Lu Jing took a deep breath:
"Am I in a hurry? Clearly, you're the one who's anxious, okay?"