In Wuxun, the August weather can be suffocatingly hot, even the wind blowing as you ride your bike feels both dry and sticky.
After lunch, Zhou Huaiyi resolutely gave up the idea of riding the electric scooter and cruising around. After buying the hamburger that Zhou Youning wanted, he changed his mind and asked Xiang Qichen to drive back home.
The clinic was currently quiet, and Old Zhou was lazily pressing on his phone while lounging on a chair.
Zhou Huaiyi opened the glass door and went in, habitually calling out, "Dad."
Xiang Qichen followed in immediately, smiling gently and politely greeting, "Uncle."
Old Zhou looked up from his phone, his tone as indifferent as ever, "Finished eating?"
Zhou Huaiyi nodded and craned his neck to look inside, "Where's mom?"
Old Zhou: "Napping at the back."
Zhou Huaiyi: "Oh, the weather's too hot. I'll go out to play later. I'll take Qi Chen upstairs to rest first."
