That day was in the afternoon, and the sun was particularly harsh.
Qiao En had just cooked the pumpkin when Cheng Lu appeared, driving the Maybach.
She hurried out of the kitchen.
Cheng Lu, with her hands hanging down, seemed to be saying something to Zhou Jin'an, and the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.
"Assistant Cheng, you're here."
Qiao En greeted her.
She nodded slightly.
Zhou Jin'an's complexion was very unsightly, dark and gloomy, his thin lips compressed into a cold, lonely curve, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.
Accustomed to comfort, he had not experienced much hardship in life; the environment of the small courtyard was too shabby,
and the room was damp; he was also running a fever, which made him look much thinner.
"The pumpkin is ready; I'll bring it over for you."
Qiao En turned to head back to the kitchen, but Zhou Jin'an stopped her, "Don't bother, we're going back to Rong City now."
