The setting sun shines slantingly, reflecting the dazzling golden light of the willow trees on the roadside. Qiao Yu was holding the trophies he brought back from the supermarket in one hand and covering his belly that had been pregnant for several months with the other hand. His steps seemed a little laborious. "Let me go, are you unlucky today? What the heck, a flat tire? I've encountered all this." Qiao Yu said with a sad face, "Didi, didi, didi..." There was a rapid sound of horns behind him, and Qiao Yu turned around in frustration. He was about to complain when he saw a familiar face in the driver's seat. He immediately put down the bag in his hand. The handsome man opened the door and got out of the car. He took a long step and came to Qiao Yu in two or three steps. He pinched Qiao Yu's pretty nose, lifted the bag on the ground and hugged Qiao Yu. "Why didn't you drive out?" Qiao Yu covered his chest in grief and indignation, "Don't mention that crappy car to me. It actually had a puncture midway. Even though it was cheap, at least he had to complete his last job!" The man chuckled softly, comforted Qiao Yu and got into the car, heading home towards the setting sun...