Little Dengdeng stared at the woman curiously and asked in a low voice, "Mom, who is she?"
"Uh..." Bai Ruozhu didn't know how to introduce her for a moment.
The woman smiled at Little Dengdeng and said softly, "My name is Jiao Ling, borrowing your carriage to hide for a while, I'll get off at the front."
Little Dengdeng tilted his head, mimicking Jiao Ling's stealthy posture, crouching in the carriage, and asked quietly, "Why do you need to hide? Is there a bad person trying to catch you?"
Bai Ruozhu was amused by her son's innocence. Though she felt Dengdeng shouldn't have too much contact with strangers, looking into the woman's eyes, Bai Ruozhu sensed no malice.
Jiao Ling was momentarily stunned and responded awkwardly with a hum.
Little Dengdeng maintained his expression and made a shushing gesture, "Shh, speak quietly. I'm not strong enough yet to help you; we mustn't let the bad people find us."
