"Hua Zi, are you feeling better?" Little Fuzi, standing by the car door, rushed forward to give the now 'recovered' Mu Hua a warm embrace.
Mu Hua, tightly hugged, chuckled quietly and pulled a smooth pebble from his pocket, handing it to Little Fuzi: "Ah Fu, I picked this up on the street a few days ago. I've been polishing it every day. Now it's beautiful."
Little Fuzi, seeing the finely polished and lustrous pebble, held it in his hand, unwilling to let go.
"Sister Cui, Hua Zi is better now. Tonight, let's all have some fun. Let's party, let's let loose!"
"Mr. Zhou, if we go to the Metropolitan, what about my donkey?"
"You can ride your donkey to the Metropolitan."
"..." Zhao Wuya.
"If you think your donkey's too slow, why not get in the car?"
Zhou Xuan opened the car door and drove the crowd to the Metropolitan.
Zhao Wuya, Little Fuzi, Sister Cui, and Mu Hua went inside first, while Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang leaned against the car door, smoking.
