Su Yueze walked home with Little Junjun, unable to resist touching Junjun's little face.
For some reason, he felt that Little Junjun was looking more and more like that silly girl.
"Why are you always unhappy, Junjun?"
"I..." Little Junjun suddenly burst into laughter. "Uncle Yueze, you've been tricked; I'm actually very happy!"
"Ho ho..." Su Yueze gave a weird laugh. "If you're so happy, why do you look so sad? I can't bear to make you sit in the back. You're in the co-driver's seat, but if the traffic police catch us, I'll be fined!"
"It's okay!" Little Junjun said nonchalantly. "Uncle Yueze, you and the police are good friends; they won't catch you!"
"Whoa, don't put such a big hat on me. If we really get caught, you'll have your dad pay the fine!" Su Yueze said calculatingly.
Thinking again, he realized it was not right. "No, if your dad found out, he might knock my teeth out!"
The traffic police have repeatedly emphasized that children cannot sit in the co-driver's seat.
