The refreshing scent that hit her nose made Tang Yige's soul tremble.
Just as Tang Yige was being embraced by Rong Sinan, a large suitcase rolled past her from behind, thudding onto the floor.
Rong Sinan tightened his hold on Yige, his clear face showing displeasure as he watched the hurried hotel staff responsible for carrying guests' luggage rush over.
"Sorry, it was an accident. This lady wasn't hit, was she?"
The attendant said in French, with an urgent tone and a strong sense of apology.
Rong Sinan, being well-mannered, wouldn't argue with the attendant. After all, the attitude was sincere enough, though his face still looked unpleasant.
Seeing this, the attendant, feeling nervous, bowed repeatedly in apology.
This made Tang Yige, who was held by Rong Sinan, feel embarrassed just listening.
"Well, I'm okay. Besides, Little Rui is still waiting for us."
Tang Yige whispered softly, lying against his chest.
