The next morning, An Ning set off with the three children. An Guoqing drove them to the train station in his electric tricycle.
The four of them sat in the cargo bed, each occupying a corner with their luggage in the middle. They clung to the sides of the tricycle, afraid An Guoqing would send them flying.
"B-Big Bro! You're driving a tricycle, not a rocket!"
"What? You wanna launch a rocket?"
An Ning rolled her eyes to the heavens. 'How could he even think about that?' Playing cards at a time like this—"launching a rocket" was a popular slang term for a card game in the northeast.
But in the next second, An Guoqing, driving with one hand, pulled a deck of cards from his pocket with the other and handed it to An Ning.
"Here you go, little sis!"
An Ning took them dumbly, a question mark on her face.
"Big Bro, why are you carrying cards?"
"For the pigs to play with!"
