Along the way, Song Shuhang felt that the gazes of the surrounding people were concentrated on them—and that was probably true!
No matter who it was, after seeing the tractor and the driver, they felt the urge to fix their gaze upon them.
The one driving the tractor was Venerable White—he resembled an immortal that had come out of a painting, incredibly handsome. When people saw him, they felt that he was the incarnation of the words beautiful, pretty, and handsome. No, even these words weren't enough to describe him!
This man that seemed to have come out of a painting had now an excited face. His hands were placed on the steering wheel, and his body was swaying along the tractor. He seemed very happy.
Song Shuhang, who had the delicate and childish look of a student, was shrinking next to Venerable White—this tractor had just one seat in the front, the seat of the driver. Therefore, Shuhang could only shrink in a corner, looking distressed and lovable.
