"Hey, why are you in such a hurry, girl? Wait a bit, let this culprit take you home, otherwise look at your arm, if you get on a crowded bus later, and someone accidentally bumps it, it'll get worse. He can ride a bicycle!
Let him take you home."
Director Song said with a smile.
This little girl really is in a hurry.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was about to refuse, but her arm holding the mesh bag throbbed with pain.
Song Moting had already brought over a bicycle from outside the yard.
A man's 28-inch crossbar bicycle.
"Uncle, I'm leaving first, you should still consider what I said."
He mounted the bike and spoke to Jiang Xiaoxiao.
"Can you hop on? If not, I'll come down and let you get on first."
Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, "No problem, don't worry."
With one hand on the seat, she jumped on and sat steadily.
Sitting securely, she didn't forget to wave at Director Song.
Song Moting rode quickly, and soon they couldn't see the yard of the supply and demand cooperative.
