Liangdu's temperature at the end of July is still scorching. Standing under the sun, Daozi and Xiao Moqing were in the yard for a while, with fine sweat seeping out on their foreheads.
The mid-afternoon sun doesn't harm anyone; Daohua, unhurried, drinks her porridge. After finishing the porridge, she started eating pastries, as if she had forgotten the few people in the yard, including Daozi.
Initially, Daozi and Xiao Moqing were still humming in complaint, but as time passed, their arrogance slowly subsided.
Gradually, the courtyard quieted down.
Only when Daozi and Xiao Moqing became wilted did Daohua speak up: "Let's talk, what happened? Who goes first?"
Xiao Moqing immediately wanted to complain, but seeing Daohua's unsmiling face, he was still somewhat scared. After thinking for a moment, he looked towards Daozi.
At this moment, Daozi realized that Daohua was angry and he shrunk his neck, not saying a word.
