Two hours later.
The blue and white bus was "stranded" in what seemed like a deep river, but the water barely covered the bus tires.
"Xiao Fan, prepare your emotions. When I open the window later, just start crying," said Bai Xiqin.
"Huh? Do I need to prepare my emotions?" Bai Yifan wiped his eyes, and the tears came down instantly. "Sis, just open the window! Do you want loud wailing or delicate, affected sobbing?"
Bai Yifan pressed his thin lips together, faint black marks visible on his face.
Clearly, the Bai family had just staged a touching scene of familial love.
"Loud wailing, so the sound can travel far. Can you manage that?" Bai Xiqin pondered for a moment, then said, "Like someone died..."
She didn't finish the sentence, but her eyes subtly glanced at Bai Anhai.
Bai Yifan understood instantly.
Like wailing for his deceased father.
