The next morning.
Xu Wenping was waiting at the village entrance.
A three-wheeled motorcycle came out.
The girl riding the motorcycle was about 20 years old. She had a ponytail and an oval face. She was pretty and her skin was very tender. Her cheeks were slightly red and had a little baby fat.
Although it was not the Mid-Autumn Festival yet, the little girl was already wearing a cotton coat because the wind was strong on the road. The camouflage color covered her entire body, making her look a little bloated. However, when she turned the motorcycle, she looked extremely valiant.
"Brother Wenping!"
The little girl waved her hand from afar.
Xu Wenping nodded lightly.
"Brother Wenping, I haven't seen you for two years. You look much more handsome." The little girl's eyes sparkled as she rushed into Xu Wenping's arms.
