Among the children, only Jian Qingqing and Xiao Hu could ride a horse. Xiao Hu knew that he could learn to ride a horse and had been riding the horse for the past few days. He was not afraid of the pain in his legs.
Jian Qingqing gave a smug smile to Xiao Lang. "Who told you to be so short? You can ride a horse when you're as tall as me."
Xiao Lang crossed his arms and snorted.
These days, it had always been the few of them who sat in the same carriage, while Old Man Jian, Father Jian, and Mothe Jian were in another carriage.
In this carriage, Xiao Ye was focused on memorizing the content of a book. Xiao Lang was playing with his toys, and Jian Qingqing was the only one who was bored.
She looked left and right, and her interest was piqued. She put away all Xiao Lang's toys and picked Xiao Ye up. "Don't read, Xiao Ye. Reading in the carriage is bad for your eyes."
