The Zhou Family's living room had a piece of embroidery on the coffee table, one foot wide and half a meter long.
It was a portrait full of vibrant colors, depicting the former president in front of Tianmen under the blazing sun, surrounded by children with bright and innocent smiles offering flowers.
The characters inside had lively and vivid expressions; the flowers layered and blooming, faint scents of floral fragrance could be sensed, showcasing the essence of Su Embroidery to the fullest.
Zhou Xiaozheng frowned as he looked at Zhou Jiao. Seeing this piece of Su Embroidery, he realized how much effort and energy his child must have put into it over the past couple of months. He understood his daughter's good intentions, but at the cost of her health, how could he bear it?
