At this time, it was already late at night at the Lin Family's door.
Li Guifen saw Lin Qiao and the others off, "It's too late, Da Sheng, Shanzi, you take Grandma Song and Grandpa Song back."
Lin Sheng and Lin Shan responded in agreement.
Lin Qiao thought that Song Qin and Song Rong's vision wasn't good, so she didn't refuse. The group walked one after another.
On the field ridge, Lin Sheng and Lin Shan carried Song Qin and Song Rong on their backs.
Song Tingfan turned his head to look a few times behind him before finally stopping, reaching out, "Sister-in-law, let me guide you."
"Okay." Lin Qiao really couldn't see clearly and almost slipped just now. She reached out and grabbed his wrist.
The boy's palm had some calluses, feeling a bit uncomfortable to touch, and she subconsciously rubbed it with her thumb.
Her unintentional movement made Song Tingfan's body stiffen. Sister-in-law, touching his palm.
