The crying was so loud that the family couldn't stop it, and it quickly attracted the attention of the neighbors.
Han Jianguo was also stunned; he owed this debt of gratitude far too much.
He decided to write to the school and the media, determined to expose the matter.
Suddenly, he remembered the Audi parked by the roadside and said urgently, "Mom, don't cry, that Audi must have been Peng's car."
Why is the car parked on the side of the road? Is it broken? Is it out of gas?
Zhao Xueqin slapped her thigh, "Oh dear, husband, let's go quickly, quickly!"
The family of four quickly locked the door and rode a three-wheeled vehicle to the highway.
Han Jianguo saw the Audi by the roadside and said urgently, "Master, it's that car up ahead."
At this moment, Li Mingzhu had finished her work and wrote on it: Light of Hope.
"Great name, great work." Wang Peng immediately gave her a thumbs up.
"Thank you for the compliment, honey. I'll be proud." Li Mingzhu looked at her work with great satisfaction in her eyes.
At that moment, the three-wheeled vehicle stopped by the roadside, and Han Jianguo jumped off immediately. "Brother Peng, it's me, it's Han Jianguo."
Wang Peng was taken aback, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar.
His family all got out of the car, and Zhao Xueqin knelt down with a thud, "Brother Wang, sister-in-law, thank you so much..."
"Don't do this." Wang Peng was startled and hurriedly pulled her up. "Get up quickly, Jianguo, help her up."
Everyone quickly pulled Zhao Xueqin up, but she was crying uncontrollably and couldn't be comforted no matter what they did.
Han Mingwei's eyes were red. "Brother, I will remember this kindness and repay it many times over in the future."
“No need to wait until the future.” Wang Peng smiled slightly and pointed to the drawing board.
"Uncle, my wife wants to use this painting to enter a national competition, which involves your portrait rights. We hope you can grant us permission."
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