Song Yan Ning carried her luggage out of the room. Since she had brought luggage when she arrived, she couldn't possibly leave empty-handed.
Qin Yushen saw Song Yan Ning coming and smiled faintly at her, stepping forward to take the luggage from her hand while also taking her hand, "Uncle Qing Shan is already waiting for us."
Song Yan Ning smiled and nodded slightly, "I drank so much yesterday, I thought he would oversleep." After spending these past couple of days together, she and Qin Yushen had become close as life-and-death friends, so she naturally did not mind these small gestures. Besides, they were still children, holding hands was nothing significant.
