After a long time, Fang Yusheng finally moved the bag.
He and Qiao Jiusheng walked on an unfamiliar street, hearing conversations in a foreign language around them. Qiao Jiusheng suddenly pulled Fang Yusheng closer to her.
Fang Yusheng curled his lips. "What's wrong?"
Qiao Jiusheng told him the truth. "I don't know many foreign languages, so stay close." Among all the foreign languages, Qiao Jiusheng was only proficient in English. She knew a little French and Japanese. Moreover, she could understand only a little of Thailand's local language and was incapable of speaking a single word.
People were coming and going on the streets. If the two of them got lost, it would be troublesome.
Fang Yusheng tightly grabbed her hand. "Follow me well then."
In a foreign country, he would be her translator, and she would be his guide.