But little Li still had such great enthusiasm for driving, which was really hard to understand. However, it was good this way; he was engaged in a job he liked now, so he should be more attentive to it, right?
Wu Xiaoyu threw the car keys to little Li and let him go familiarize himself with the vehicle on a deserted road, while he walked back home by himself.
Even though little Li repeatedly offered to drive him back, Wu Xiaoyu refused.
He was already attracting too much attention in the village; if someone were to specially drive him around now, the villagers would feel even more unbalanced.
Now he was still counting on their votes to push his father into the position of village chief, so why provoke them any further?
When Wu Xiaoyu got home, the sky had already darkened, and the outline of the moon was faintly visible. The villagers chatting idly on the street had not decreased.
