A few minutes later, the bustling street presented quite an unusual scene.
A young man with a handsome face was carrying a tall and robust man behind him.
The two were riding together on a bicycle, and the small bike was bearing far more than it ought to.
Suddenly, the bike took a turn, causing the tall man behind to sway. He swiftly reached out to steady himself by grabbing the waist of the man in front.
One was handsome and pretty, the other was upright and good-looking, and the scene surprisingly had a bit of harmony.
"Oh dear, the world sure is deteriorating, and people's hearts have changed!"
An elderly comrade sighed as he stroked his sparse beard.
A young girl nearby, her eyes sparkling, exclaimed, "Ah, their relationship is really good!"
Just as the two cyclists passed by the girl, Song Weidong's hand trembled, and the bicycle nearly crashed into the nearby wall. Su Wenbing quickly reacted, his long legs reaching down to stabilise the falling bike.
