"Do you think we're being a bit unkind to Uncle Sun?"
"He's old, riding a bike can help him stay fit."
"That makes sense... then how about we come up with a plan to let Uncle Sun exercise more often?"
"Not a bad idea, let's think it over."
Listening to the conversation of the two in the back seat, the driver's hair stood on end.
Is this really something he should be overhearing?
Mr. Driver on the verge of tears, could only grip the steering wheel with trembling hands, his sweat pouring down and being dried by the wind.
"Comrade, please stop at the photo studio ahead."
The driver got a jolt and quickly nodded: "Yes, yes."
Lin Nianhe looked puzzled at Su Yuncheng: "What do we need at the photo studio?"
Su Yuncheng's lips curled slightly, tilting his head to look at her gently, "Aren't you homesick? Let's take a couple of pictures to send back home."
Lin Nianhe's lips parted slightly as she gazed at him fixedly.
