In the early morning, a beam of sunlight spilled through the window, and the faint sounds of pigeons and unknown birds chirping brought Zhou Jiao, who was still groggy, instantly awake.
She glanced at the wristwatch on the bedside, startled, and immediately sprang up. Her legs gave way as she got off the bed, almost causing her to fall. Muttering a few curses about scoundrels, she hurriedly changed her clothes.
In the courtyard, Zhang Guoqing looked oddly at the pigeons, magpies, thrushes, and one or two unknown birds perched on the wall and roof.
If he remembered correctly, he had frequently seen these birds in the past few days, often visiting his home. But now, why are there people raising these little creatures?
Seeing Zhou Jiao come out, he mysteriously beckoned her over.
"I'll go check on our son first."
"They just fell asleep. Don't worry, I checked on them last night and early in the morning. They're adapting well, so I didn't wake you."
