"Grandmother just went to Great-grandmother's."
Zhou Jiao glanced at the pitch-black night and frowned slightly, not voicing the question in her mind.
"Mom, is everything settled?"
Zhou Jiao nodded heavily, "Let's not talk, you're almost frozen!"
Little Ping'an shook his head with a smile, took her briefcase, held her hand, and quickened his pace.
Frozen? How could that be. Trained in the summer's heat and winter's cold, he was used to it. But who else besides his caring parents and elders would ask such questions?
As they neared the house, Zhou Jiao stopped, lowered her head, and reminded him a few things. Watching him enter his own courtyard, she then moved towards the Cheng Family's house.
"Jiao Jiao's here, your mom is in the grandma's room."
Zhou Jiao smiled at the quickly approaching aunt, removed her scarf and mask as she walked, "Is the old man not home?"
"He went out for a meeting at noon, hasn't returned yet."
