Luo Zhenggang sat in a pose similar to that of the Thinker for approximately half an hour without moving. Seeing that her dad had no intention of leaving, Luo Ye was about to cry in desperation.
The weather in July was already hot and humid, and hiding behind the essentially unventilated cabinet, her clothes had long been soaked through, sticking uncomfortably to her body. She wanted to pull them off but couldn't, feeling utterly miserable.
What was even more uncomfortable was the sweat on her face mixed with dust flowing down, forcing her to close her eyes from time to time to keep from being blinded by sweat. Even so, her eyes still felt a slight stinging pain. Damn it, she must not have checked the almanac before carrying out her operation tonight.
Suddenly, Luo Zhenggang let out a light sigh, rubbed his head, and stood up. Luo Ye was secretly delighted in her heart. Woo-hoo, the torture was finally coming to an end!
