In September, the weather began to fluctuate, no longer featuring the sudden sun showers typical of summer, but becoming as capricious as a child's mood with sudden changes from cold to hot.
Zhou Xiaozheng carefully observed the expressions of the twins, noticing that their cheeks were flushed red in their sleep, which shouldn't be due to the heat. Uncertain, he reached out to touch the children's faces...
Nearby, Lin Lishan covered her mouth and glanced at him, worried he might notice, quickly turning her head away. She finally saw an unknown side of her husband.
"Is the banquet supposed to start now?" Lin Lishan glanced at the wall clock; seeing it show twelve-thirty, a trace of worry appeared on her face.
Zhou Xiaozheng glanced outside and withdrew his gaze. To him, it wasn't a matter of starting but should be ending. For such a small matter, just lay it out and leave; how much time could it take? Why stay idly and wait for the other party to find someone for backup?
