After sending a look to his parents, Zheng Ziming went to stand by the french window.
"Brother Jingcheng, Asteria said she had other arrangements this year and wouldn't be able to go back. Didn't she call you?
"I see. I know. I'll look after her.
"Alright. Bye, Brother Jingcheng."
The smile on Zheng Ziming's face looked awkward after he hung up. There was a moment of silence before he went back to the dining table.
"Have we turned the heater too high?" Mother Zheng frowned when she saw Zheng Ziming's face.
Zheng Ziming looked at her in bewilderment.
Mother Zheng wiped Zheng Ziming's forehead. "Why are you covered in a cold sweat in the middle of the winter? We should have you looked at before you get ill. Let's go to the doctor later and have you checked. It's Chinese New Year soon."
Zheng Ziming looked taken aback. He wiped his forehead and his palm came back covered in sweat.
