"Got it." Although the children said so, in reality, each and every little radish head used all their might to rush towards the bus door, fearing if they were a second late, the grapes at the farm would be gone as if eaten by others.
As soon as the parents saw their children dashing forward, afraid they would get lost or squeezed by the crowd, they also hurriedly pushed forward.
Mengmeng, the little foodie, was no exception!
"Honey, let's get off the bus quickly, otherwise the grapes will all be picked by others!" Mengmeng, anxious and shouting, quickly pulled Gu Zhihan who was sitting next to her, urging him to squeeze forward with her.
But the more they squeezed...
The bus door was completely blocked by the swarm of children, no one could get off.
