Huo Wen'an saw Xu Xingguang coming downstairs laden with big and small bags. He thought to himself: Xu Xingguang likes bags.
Huo Wen'an quickly stepped forward to take the published books from her arms and asked, "Is everything here?"
Xu Xingguang smirked mysteriously and replied, "Almost, what needs to be taken is all here." What doesn't need to be taken, there's no need to take for now.
"Alright then."
Xu Xingguang cherished her bags, handling them carefully and without roughness.
She picked up a small black lambskin satchel and told Huo Wen'an, "This is the first luxury brand bag my mom gave me for my 15th birthday. I treasure it a lot."
"My mom is actually quite laid-back. She's carried a hundred-thousand-yuan crocodile bag and also a twenty or thirty yuan canvas bag. But she was afraid of raising me to be materialistic and vain, so she never approved of me buying too many branded products. Hence, I have a deep impression of the first luxury bag I received in my life."
