"I've regretted it, let go of me!" Xu Xia moved both her palms over, tugging forcefully.
The fragile paper bag couldn't withstand two people struggling over it like this. With a ripping sound, it split in two, and the T-shirt inside immediately fell out, landing on the pavement.
Xu Xia tossed away the piece of the paper bag in her hand and bent down, intending to grab the clothes on the ground.
Leng Zirui bent down as well, grabbing the clothes before she could, leaving Xu Xia grasping at air. She raised her hand to snatch it from him, but Leng Zirui lifted his left hand holding the clothes high, and Xu Xia missed again.
"Give it to me!"
Not willing to give up, Xu Xia took a step forward, about to tug at his arm.
Leng Zirui bent down, extended his right arm, and had already wrapped it around her waist, directly lifting her from the ground and striding towards the car.
"Leng Zirui, let me go, let me go..."
Xu Xia was carried on his shoulder, struggling forcefully.
