Xue Chuchu felt guilty, with a twinge of embarrassment.
Bungalow, cold wind blowing, rain drizzling.
A loving mother stands by the door, the traveler suffers on the road.
When the familiar electric bike appeared, Aunt Gu felt a bit relaxed. She noticed today's electric bike was somehow different from usual. Xue Chuchu took off her hat and revealed her face.
A very pretty girl, but unfortunately not her Tongtong. Before Aunt Gu could wonder, Tongtong popped her head out from under the raincoat hem, grinning: "Mom, I'm back!"
Aunt Gu gave her a glance: "I thought you were a free gift!"
"Humph, I'm the soul of the whole bike. Jiang Ning is the coachman, Chuchu is the cargo. May I ask Mom, who am I?" Xue Yuantong asked proudly.
Aunt Gu rubbed her little ear, warmed by Jiang Ning's care.
Aunt Gu scolded her: "You're the little donkey pulling the cart."
