Mu Lezhu struggled to lean back and grab her own bag, but the back seat was really too far away. Even if her arm were half a foot longer, it would still be difficult to reach. She could only look hopelessly at Lu Jingang: "Do you think I can reach it? You've already come over; couldn't you just open the back door and help me get it?"
"I didn't ask you to get the bag, just to take the clothes." Lu Jingang raised his eyebrows, retorting confidently. Then, with a disdainful glance, he seemed quite arrogant as he turned to the back seat, picked up her bag, and tossed it into her lap.
Mu Lezhu was speechless, unable to argue against his excuse, but she rolled her eyes to the heavens. This guy usually didn't talk much, but at crucial moments, he had plenty of reasons and excuses, as if his way was the only way.
"What? Is there a problem?" Seeing her glare, Lu Jingang furrowed his brow and retorted.
