It was the first time Chi Yun'er had ever seen this side of a man, and she couldn't help but lean her head against his chest and laugh.
Jiang Yihua sighed. "Why do I feel like I'm raising a daughter?"
'My wife is so delicate,' he thought. 'I'd feel guilty even making a move on her...'
There were seven trucks in total heading to Mongolia. Their beds were huge and completely filled with grain, then covered with waterproof tarps and tied down with several thick hemp ropes.
The cabs could accommodate four people, but each truck only had two drivers. The remaining two spots were reserved for the educated youth from nearby who had heard the news and wanted to hitch a ride home to visit their families.
The truck cab was quite high, so Jiang Yihua had to lift Chi Yun'er up into it.
