When the backpacks were full, Song Zhiwei started walking down the mountain with a group of people who were still interested. It was already close to noon, and it would be too late for lunch.

"Let's go quickly. Grandma will have to worry if it's late. You guys really like me. I'll bring you here next time."

Song Zhiwei carried Fu Ya, whose face was flushed with excitement, and carefully walked down. Song Zhihua hesitated for a while and said fiercely, "Give me your ...