A Low-Profile Political Family
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The amusement park had been open for several months, coinciding with the summer holidays, and the number of children who came to enjoy it was particularly large.
Many of the attractions had long lines, especially the massive Ferris wheel, where the lines were not only long, but also especially slow.
Qiao Ximin stood impatiently at the front of the line, having no choice but to force a smile on her face and wipe away her sweat, talking to the mayor's wife from time to time.
After waiting for more than half an hour, just as she was about to have a heat stroke from the sun, it was finally their turn.
There were too many people in line, so Yun Xi and Feng Xixian stood in the group of people at the back.
Just as the Ferris wheel lifted off and had completed one rotation, Yun Xi, who had been talking with Feng Xixian, looked up and noticed a passenger in the cabin that had just completed a rotation had fallen off his chair.