Night had fallen completely outside, and in the yard, aside from their few vehicles, there were two more parked, indicating that every era has its wealthy people. The nearby village was dark, and as the car got closer to the county town, the streets grew livelier with pedestrians and the glow from each household.
Zhou Xiaozheng drove the car, glancing at Zhou Jiao rubbing her forehead and chuckled softly. Zhou Jiao shared his quiet nature, so he used an excuse to take the children away.
The car stopped at their house entrance, and Zhou Xiaozheng and his daughter returned to the main house, both letting out a breath simultaneously before exchanging smiles.
Zhou Jiao settled her son down, retrieved a wicker box from the wardrobe, and placed it on the table, watching as her father came in holding tools. She nervously clenched her hands, holding her breath as she watched silently.
