The other person was a middle-aged woman looking in her forties, carrying a large burlap bag. It was bulging, and didn't seem light at all.
Su Xiaoxiao steadied her bicycle and apologized to the woman, "Big sister, are you alright? I was in a rush and didn't notice earlier, sorry."
"It's fine, it's fine."
The woman was easygoing, waved her hand casually, adjusted the bag on her back, and quickly tried to leave.
As they brushed past each other, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly noticed that something inside the bag seemed to move.
The shape looked like a small child curled up inside.
The thought had barely formed when she grabbed the bag, "Big sister, hold on, why don't I take you to the nearby hospital for a check-up?"
Actually, apart from the tire marks on her pants, the woman didn't seem injured at all.
Su Xiaoxiao's intuition told her there was definitely something wrong with the woman's bag, hence she found an excuse to stop her.
