The conversation drifted until Anya's ride-on car came to a stop. She didn't call out for Qin Guanglin to add more coins and obediently got off to stand aside.
She was only allowed to play twice a day at most, and she had already squandered tonight's allowance as well.
Qin Guanglin hung up the phone, picked up his daughter, and looked towards the street, where the large sun perched in the sky made the air on the ground seem a bit distorted—it was already so hot, and it was only June.
"How about we bring Mom something to drink, okay?"
"Okay!"
"Then let's go."
The tall and the small walked under the shade of the trees along the sidewalk towards the school, and halfway there, Qin Guanglin picked up six cups of milk tea—one cup of kumquat lemon for He Fang, the others for her to take to the office for colleagues.
