The two people on the bicycle were only focused on laughing and chatting, completely oblivious to the vehicles passing by.
In front of the store, Joseph Lancaster stopped the bicycle, one foot on the ground and the other on the pedal, "Sister-in-law, come down, let's go in and take a look."
"Joseph, why are you coming to the store?"
Violet Zimmerman looked at the store door in confusion, still sitting on the bicycle, the hand covering Joseph Lancaster's ear slipped down.
A difficult-to-describe emotion grew in her heart; she had been married to Daxton Lancaster for so long, and it seemed he had never taken her shopping, although he brought gifts every time he returned from a business trip, those clothes were not her own choice.
"Let's go in and see what's good."
The young man's lips curled into a smile, turning back to gaze at Violet, "Sister-in-law, hurry up and get down, aren't you cold?"
The sweater he wore had already been penetrated by the wind.
