Aunt Guo glanced at Su Xiaoxiao's state and nodded with a smile. "Alright, you two go make the phone call and digest a bit."
But then she looked at Jiang Yexun and added, "Bring your bicycle. If Xiaoxiao gets tired, you can ride and carry her."
"Okay." Jiang Yexun responded lightly and went to get the bicycle.
Su Xiaoxiao wanted to refuse, but with the journey taking over an hour each way, she didn't have a valid reason to decline. She could only swallow her words silently.
Yet, she felt a bit regretful. Holding onto a bicycle, there wouldn't be any chance to hold hands or do something.
As soon as Jiang Yexun stepped out, a biting north wind greeted them, causing Su Xiaoxiao to immediately bury her neck in her scarf. She stuffed her hands into her pockets, even pulling her sleeves inside to prevent any wind from sneaking in.
As for the colorful thoughts in her mind, they were instantly blown away, leaving her with nothing.