An Ning read a dictionary while An Guoming closed his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.
Meanwhile, Miao Xiaohua, who had just boarded, stood by the door with one hand covering her nose, her brow furrowed in disgust.
'This shabby bus is way too small.'
Not only was it small, but it reeked, and there were even two hens on board.
Everyone was carrying large and small bundles, so An Ning's own package didn't stand out much in comparison.
"Ming Liang, there's no space."
Miao Xiaohua said in a slightly coquettish tone, prompting Chen Mingliang to steady her with one hand. "Hold on to me, you'll be fine," he said.
Miao Xiaohua savored Chen Mingliang's attentiveness. Life with the Chen family wasn't great, and her own family, finding her a disgrace, barely interacted with her anymore, despite living in the same village.
But as soon as she imagined her future as a wealthy man's wife, Miao Xiaohua felt that everything she was currently enduring was worth it.
