The blazing sun hung in the sky, and the wind carrying the heat swept by, nearly steaming people away.
After a downpour relieved everyone's urgent need for coolness, the atmosphere at home quieted down considerably once the oldest brother's family moved out; little Shenghui's cries were no longer heard.
Even her lively younger brother seemed listless and ill, lacking energy for anything.
At the dinner table, Cheng Yiyi, as if in passing, asked Fu Ying, "Fu Ying, you must have a boyfriend by now, right?"
Fu Ying's chopsticks paused, and she looked up: "What about it?"
"Ah, nothing, just that one time I saw you get into an unfamiliar man's car at the school gate. That must be your boyfriend, right?"
Fu Mingchuan looked up at Fu Ying. He knew his daughter rarely interacted with the opposite sex, and besides her two brothers and Shen Liguang's car, he couldn't think of whose car she might get into.
