The two little rascals were very surprised by Xu Qing's new ride, wanting Xu Qing to take them for a spin, all sitting together on the traffic-jam-free little wheelchair.
But Xu Qing was not willing.
So, there they were on the street, one wheelchair in front and two kids bouncing along beside it.
Back at the flower shop, it was only Jiang He left by himself. Xu Qing did a couple of spins in his wheelchair in front of Jiang He, who pretended not to see this guy and leaned against the doorway with arms crossed, looking outside.
"Are you jealous?"
"No."
"You are jealous."
"No."
"You're jeal…"
"Do you want to be sitting in this all the time from now on?" Jiang He's fists cracked as he clenched them.
"…"
It's indeed hard to raise petty men and women.
Xu Qing drove the wheelchair around a corner, tsk-tsking as he went further away, away from the danger zone.
"Just ran into a parent I know; they asked me why you, who were fine just a few days ago, suddenly ended up like this."
