Wang Shuan came out of the house, and saw Ma Liang's parents stretching their necks to look at the intersection with a very satisfied smile on their faces. He was curious and looked over — the intersection was empty, nothing was there.
"Uncle, Aunt, what are you looking at?"
Ma Liang's father smiled at him: "Shuanzi, why are you up so early today?"
Wang Shuan was not pleased: "Uncle, you're underestimating me. I've been quite diligent lately. Aunt, what exactly are you looking at? Has something new happened?"
"Xiao Xiao wasn't lying, the Secretary's daughter drove over to see her." Ma Liang's mother said proudly, "There she is, along with Liangzi, taking the Secretary's daughter's car back to her family."
"Which Secretary?" Wang Shuan didn't react for a moment, puzzled.
