Zhang Jianjun looked at Luo Qiao and asked, "How may I address you?"
Luo Qiao smiled and said, "Uncle, my name is Luo Qiao."
Zhang Xiao said, "Luo Qiao, what a nice name. I remember telling you mine."
Luo Qiao nodded, "Zhang Xiao, right?"
Zhang Xiao said, "Yes, yes, yes, you have a really good memory. By the way, where are you heading?"
Luo Qiao glanced at the sky, "I'm planning to make a trip to Capital City, but the road isn't great today. I came late and missed the bus."
Zhang Xiao looked at her father, Zhang Jianjun, who smiled and said, "Let's give you a ride."
Luo Qiao glanced at the jeep in front and then at her shoes. She wanted to refuse but then she thought if she didn't go today, she didn't know when she'd have time next."
If she took the bus at noon, she was afraid there wouldn't be enough time. It would be troublesome if she couldn't make it back at night.
