Xue Yuantong immediately tiptoed and whispered in Jiang Ning's ear, the warm breath tickling Jiang Ning's ear.
Xue Yuantong summarized Mr. Qian's heroic actions today to Jiang Ning, and Chuchu also heard it.
After Jiang Ning understood the details, he said lightly: "This is not an ordinary remote control car, many adults enjoy playing with them too."
Mr. Qian: "Haha, what remote control cars do adults play with? Adults drive cars!"
Xue Yuantong: "You say that, Mr. Qian, but why don't you drive a car?"
Mr. Qian's face stiffened, then he pointed at the tricycle parked at the door: "I have a tricycle, so I don't worry about the wind or rain, and it saves money."
Some time ago, he spent a lot to buy a tricycle for the elderly, treasuring it immensely. But on the very first day, when reversing, he was tricked by Xiao Jiang next door and scraped off the paint, which pained him deeply!
Jiang Ning was indifferent: "A broken car, it's no match for my remote control car."
