"Then I'll have Sister Xiao Ai buy the tickets, and we'll settle down after the Spring Festival," Qiao Xia said. The business she and Meng Qian were planning might not go as expected, as she wasn't sure how well-prepared Meng Qian was—they might stand Qiao Xia up.
Perhaps, discuss another form of collaboration.
The crisp sound of jingles came through as Dudu, sitting in the stroller, happily glided toward Qiao Xia. At over four months, Dudu could already roll over, sit up, and even crawl a bit. His feet had some strength, though he couldn't stand yet. However, sitting in the stroller, he played happily, and the wheels moved with minimal effort, allowing him to glide easily.
There's usually someone watching him, but in the rehab room, no one's supervising.
Here, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, the ground is flat, and the stroller is well-balanced and stable, so Dudu won't fall.
"Wow, Dudu, come to mommy," Qiao Xia began to tease her son, abandoning her yoga.
