It was not just Li Xiaohu, but also Dumby, Lingbao, Zhou Xiaohua, and the other little children in the village. They all looked at the carriage and sighed. Only Rong Han was not interested.
He just glanced at the carriage indifferently and then withdrew his gaze. Then, he continued to concentrate on jumping the grid.
"Lil' Han, come and take a look quickly. This carriage is really beautiful." Dumby did not forget about Rong Han at all times. He hurriedly pulled him over to look at the carriage.
Rong Han stood beside the little children with a depressed expression. He really could not figure out what was so beautiful about a carriage.
This carriage was not as beautiful as the carriage his father usually sat in.
However, the people around the carriage looked somewhat familiar. It seemed to be similar to the secret guards that followed his little aunt.
