Before Luo Fan reached the convoy, he saw a figure hurrying over to meet him.
"Xiao Ran?" Luo Fan stopped his motorcycle and called out in surprise as he looked at the figure running toward him.
An Xiaoran, who was seven or eight years old, ran straight up and hugged Luo Fan's right leg.
Luo Fan had been about to lift his right leg to get off the motorcycle, but he could only lift his left leg instead.
"Xiao Ran, why are you still awake so late?" After waiting a moment for Xiao Ran to calm down a little, Luo Fan asked in puzzlement.
"Ever since you left, she hasn't been sleeping well. Several times, I woke up and found her sitting there, staring blankly in the direction you left."
Naturally, Niu Dagang had also noticed An Xiaoran running out. When he saw Luo Fan, he greeted him with a smile.
Luo Fan: "..."
Before, the two of them had slept on the seats in the small truck, and she had always seemed sound asleep. He had thought it was normal for a growing child to sleep so deeply.
Now it seemed she had only been able to sleep soundly because she was beside him?
"I finished all the milk you gave me ages ago. Why did you only just come back?"
Although An Xiaoran released her hold on Luo Fan's leg, she clutched the hem of his clothes tightly as she asked.
"Um, if I remember correctly, I gave you ten cartons of milk?"
Faced with An Xiaoran's question, Luo Fan actually began to doubt himself. Had he remembered wrong?
He had only been away for six or seven days. At one carton a day, she should still have had a few left, right?
"Xiao Ran drank all the