As soon as summer vacation began, the weather became increasingly hot. Zhou Jiao felt sorry for her father; the ice blocks they bought monthly were never enough. Luckily, she was prepared and had stored quite a bit of ice during winter.
Every afternoon and evening, two large plates of ice were placed in both the study and the bedroom; sipping their own home-made delightful drinks, Zhou Xiaozheng didn't want to step outside at all.
This scorching summer, Zhou Xiaozheng was in a good mood, and the occasional smile he showed surprisingly terrified his subordinates.
The unassuming Lin Lishan barely enjoyed a few days before a visit to a colleague's home, where the heat forced her to leave quickly after some idle chat and dash back home.
As soon as she got home, she quickly entered the East Wing, and indeed it was scorching. She was touched—how could her child be so filial? What if she got heatstroke?
"Mom, what's wrong?"
