C161 Things Are Different from People

"Let go!"

I flung Qin Mofei's hand away and glared at him in disgust. He bit his lower lip and said nothing. He withdrew his hand, but insisted on holding the box, saying he was afraid I would be tired.

He pulled the suitcase into the fog first, and I followed him after a moment's thought. I soon found a familiar street and prepared to take a taxi home