"What, afraid your aunt can't carry you?" Lin Baojuan chuckled as she looked at her niece, "With your petite frame, never mind one, even if two of you were tied together, I could carry you easily. Come on, get on."
Zhao Yulan, seeing her daughter still hesitating, then smilingly gave her a push, "Chuxia, get on, remember your aunt's kindness, and repay her later."
But to get on first like a child, when she was already so big, was really..., "Auntie, you ride first, I'll jump on by myself later," Chuxia said.
This time, it was Lin Baojuan's turn to feel embarrassed, "Chuxia, if you jump on later, then I won't be able to ride. When I first learned to ride a bike, my mother-in-law asked me to give her a lift. She jumped on and ended up throwing both of us into a ditch. I swallowed so much dirty water that time, I've been afraid to let anyone jump on since."
