The little girl, Song Huaining, struggled to squeeze herself out. She was only three and a half, and only half of her head managed to poke out of the window as she spoke in her soft, childish voice, "Auntie... Auntie, hello! Auntie, quickly call Brother Chenyang to help pull me out!"
Her little legs were stuck in the carriage, unable to stretch straight.
"Is Little Ning a radish? You want me to pull you out?" Su Chenyang chuckled softly.
"Ah! Brother Chenyang! Brother, just give me a pull, and I'll be out!"
Song Huaining stretched out a chubby little hand, waving it back and forth nonstop.
Su Chenyang stepped up to the side of the carriage, took hold of her chubby little hand, and lightly pulled her. Song Huaining immediately stood upright, pulling out a pen case with her other hand:
"Wow! Pulling out a little radish brings out a pen! It's for Brother Chenyang—study hard and write well, okay?"
