"We've been walking for so long, it's a bit tiring." Luo Yanran looked at Second Uncle and noticed a layer of sweat on his forehead. Although they didn't seem to be fleeing, their speed couldn't be described as walking either.
Without hesitation, Luo Qianqian took out a bicycle. "I'll take Second Uncle. Let me know if you can't hold on."
After all, she didn't bring that many bicycles. There was only one, and if it was the children's version, it was prepared for An Hao and Li Menglin, the sisters.
Luo Xihan didn't care about any elder's dignity. Seeing the bicycle and Luo Qianqian's expression, she nodded and sat on it.
Luo Qianqian handed out tissues, leaving a long trail of tire tracks on the ground. However, Luo Qianqian wasn't the type to leave such obvious traces. She promptly handed Luo Xihan a broom to sweep away the tire marks behind them.
