Lu Erxiong's legs moved as if pedaling a bicycle, and in no time, he was right in front.
"Mom!" He rushed over, wrapping his arms around Feng Qingxue's waist, rubbing his sweaty, reddened face against her, making a spot on her white cotton-linen shirt turn black.
Feng Qingxue was still holding the bicycle, and before she could respond, she saw several people getting off from the back of the truck.
Cheng Baoguo, Wang Cuilan, Ye Yan, Fubao, Dundun, Zhuangzhuang, everyone except Xibao from back home was there. Each carried their own bundle, adults with large bundles and children with small ones.
Everyone was drenched in sweat, looking quite disheveled, except Erxiong, who was bare-chested and wearing big shorts.
Wang Cuilan wiped her face with her hand, coming away with a palm full of sweat. "It's so hot, it feels like I'm in an oven compared to Wucheng; I almost got roasted. Xiaoxue, how do you withstand it?"
