"Xiao Bao, Xiao Bao..."
An old woman burst from the crowd, dropped to her knees, and hugged the little baby sitting on the ground.
An Ning crawled out from under the truck as well, patting the dust off her clothes before standing next to An Guoming.
"Second Brother, I'm fine. Don't cry."
"I—"
An Guoming had wanted to lecture An Ning, but after all that, he'd lost his momentum.
He stammered for a moment, unable to find the right words. Finally, he just huffed, "Just you wait until we get home!"
"Oh... that's fine, too."
An Ning calmly accepted An Guoming's not-so-threatening threat and turned to look around.
'Which one is the driver who's supposed to give us a ride?'
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know there was a child under the truck. I shouldn't have said what I did to you."
The truck driver walked up to An Ning, apologizing profusely. An Ning gave him a sweet smile and shook her head, unconcerned.
"It's alright. The child is so small, you really couldn't have seen him."
