Zhao Zhuangshi's ox cart was a ride Lin Nianhe dared not take again—she had learned her lessons from history.
"Uncle Team Leader, I'll just ride my bike there this afternoon, I..."
"Where do you need to go this afternoon?"
Wang Shumei and Wen Lan walked into the courtyard and happened to hear Lin Nianhe's words.
Lin Nianhe casually responded: "I need to make a trip to the town to buy some grain for my childhood friend."
The expressions on both their faces instantly grew complex.
Wang Shumei looked at Wen Lan: "Didn't you tell her?"
Wen Lan spread her hands: "I thought you did."
Lin Nianhe: "…?"
Wang Shumei tugged at the corner of her mouth, obviously uncomfortable: "Nianhe, the principal said we're going to have a meeting at the commune this afternoon, you... It seems you weren't around when the principal mentioned this yesterday."
Lin Nianhe looked at them, her mood rather complicated.
Three people, two groups—after all, it was she who had trusted the wrong people.
