The tricycle is ready, and they returned to that old street.
This time, the young lady and Yu Xia were holding the dog together, like sisterly socialites discussing pet care, while Wei Yaoyao was sitting on the edge, acting as the tool person adjusting the weight balance of the carriage, hunched over, gripping the railing and calculating the travel distance.
"One hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters, Xie Qingci, keep it up!"
"Xie Qingci, are you about to run out of breath? I feel like your thigh muscles are about to burst out."
"Keep going! Two hundred and fifty meters!"
Beads of sweat appeared on Xie Qingci's forehead, but his voice remained steady, though a bit tense: "Wei Yaoyao, maybe you should get off."
