The leading middle-aged man leapt down from the camel, a delighted expression on his rugged face full of stubble, with eyes like bronze bells excitedly looking at Ling Xiaoxiao, opening his slightly chapped lips and shouting in excitement, "Big sister!! Big sister!!!"
Ling Xiaoxiao stared at this prairie man for a moment, surprised, "Little Ling Dang?! You... why do you look like this now?"
The middle-aged man called "Little Ling Dang" laughed heartily, then glancing around said, "Look, look, nowadays only big sister still calls me Little Ling Dang!"
The robust rough men around all laughed aloud with him.
While the middle-aged man kept laughing, he said, "Big sister, I am already old! Who else could keep their immortal beauty like you?"
Ling Xiaoxiao sighed lightly, scanned the surroundings, suddenly asked, "Where's father?"
The middle-aged man gently replied, "Father is doing well, it's just... his legs and feet are inconvenient, let's not bring this up now."
