C129 The Storm Is Coming

At noon, the sun blazed down, and the air was stiflingly hot. In the living room, Xiaoshuang lay on Xinying's lap, enjoying the air conditioning. She gazed at the door of a room that remained firmly shut and murmured, "Do you think he's overworking himself in there?"

Xinying was taken aback, momentarily confused, and then flustered. "Xiaoshuang