Lin Xia laughed, "Not bad! But it's really cold! We didn't burn any fire overnight! My sister is continuing to burn the house today! A few more days of burning and it should be fine!"
They were truly exhausted and finally fell asleep, and this morning they especially drank hot soup because they were afraid of catching a cold accidentally.
Seeing Lin Xia's face showing no difficulty, Zhao Damei liked her even more, "Alright! Once it's thoroughly heated, it will be fine! By the way, Xiaolin! Nothing serious happened to your father, right? I didn't ask in detail yesterday when you were moving in a hurry; how did the stepson slash the back of his head?"
