Zhang Guoqing, who was worried by Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang about having too much money and getting harmed, once again stepped into the small courtyard alley with his wife. A cool breeze blew through the night, making the courtyard refreshingly cool, tempting one to spend the night, of course, as long as there weren't any mosquitoes buzzing in the ears.
As Zhou Jiao entered from the alley entrance, she observed that this area was again occupied by the wealthy and powerful. In a regular alley during a summer night, the old men and women would be sitting on small stools, waving fans, and chatting outside. But here, although the courtyard gates were open, each family stayed in their own yard to enjoy the breeze, with occasional musical sounds drifting out.
This is simply a suicidal alley!
Zhou Jiao decided with a twinge of anxiety that she would obediently stay in the big courtyard. She wouldn't even consider living in this small courtyard until the danger was eliminated.
