The sun was blazing at threeo' clock in the afternoon. Although the roof of the market was very high, it was made of iron, making the market very hot and stuffy.
As a matter of fact, Cheng Han's fair little face was already covered with sweat. However, Yuan Zhou still looked quite refreshing even though he was wearing a short-sleeved traditional Han Chinese clothing and a pair of flaxen pants. This immediately made Cheng Han jealous.
"Grand Master, aren't you hot? His pants are so long?" Cheng Han glared at Yuan Zhou's long pants and cloth shoes indignantly.
"A calm heart will naturally cool." Yuan Zhou lowered his head and took a look at Cheng Han before saying indifferently.
"I'm already very quiet, but Grand Master, you're wearing long pants. It's very stuffy. " Cheng Cheng pouted and started to stare at his bare thighs.
