Suddenly, her head throbbed with pain, followed by a muffled groan. When she raised her head to see clearly, she hurriedly stepped forward to help Fang Dajun, who had fallen to the ground: "Uncle Fang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see you."
"It's not your fault, I wasn't watching where I was going either." Fang Dajun had a good impression of Li Xinli, so his attitude was kind. Besides, he had been so deep in thought that they had bumped into each other, which made him feel quite guilty.
"Ring, ring, ring..."
The crisp sound of a bicycle bell rang out, and the two quickly stepped aside to clear the path. Turning to look, Fang Dajun took the initiative to greet, "Jiang Jie, delivering mail at this hour?"
"Yes, Uncle Fang..." Jiang Jie suddenly stopped, craned his neck towards Li Xinli, causing her to frown as she glanced at Fang Dajun, "Uncle Fang, I'm going home."
