An Ning didn't try to keep him, letting Jiang Xia get out of the truck and walk back on his own.
An Guoming didn't say much either, but his impression of Jiang Xia had improved a little.
"Second Brother, let's go home."
"You got it!"
An Guoming was practically bouncing with excitement, unable to stay still in the driver's seat.
He was about to, at any moment, drive into the village.
He was going to drive a truck—the An family's truck—back to the village.
The immense sense of honor that came with returning home in glory was intoxicating.
"HONK HONK—"
The truck's horn blared twice. Up ahead, An Guoping, just out of elementary school, immediately jumped to the side. When he turned back, he saw his second brother waving at him.
"Little Brother, get in!"
An Guoping's eyes went wide. He climbed into the truck, his mouth hanging open.
An Guoping felt the seat beneath him and tapped his fingers on the window.
"This truck—"
"It's ours! Little Sister bought it!"
