Zheng Lihong hugged her son, "Aunt Lu, it's okay, I'll take him to his grandma's house."
Hong Lin couldn't bear to see her son like this, "Lihong, let him go, the two of us will ride bikes back home on Friday night to pick him up."
"It's too much trouble."
"What's the trouble? You go pack a few clothes for Zhibin and come back with me for a visit. Isn't his grandpa still there?"
When Li Yunqiao came home from work in the evening, he saw his grandson was also going along.
Guodong was driving, Li Yunqiao sat in the front passenger seat, and the remaining four women and two children were in the back.
"Your driving is already very steady, not bad."
"Uncle Wei and Uncle Yang both don't want to drive. Before, when Chaoyang was at home, he drove, but now it's my turn.
Red Army envies it, but Aunt Jiang says he can start learning the year after next."
"Red Army just loves cars."
