At noon, the sun was scorching, and even a breeze felt like a heatwave. Apart from the cicadas chirping, the leaves on the roadside trees were drooping.
If it were up to Zhou Jiao, she would never have wanted to go home at this time. Unfortunately, the two little ones in front of her insisted on going back.
Zhou Jiao finally realized a fact. There really was something in this world that could make her swallow her pride. Looking at her son's sweaty cheeks and elbows, and the little vest sticking to his body from sweat.
She couldn't bear it!
Seeing the two little ones in front carrying bamboo baskets, she really couldn't relax, so she spoke up again, "Babies, let Mommy carry it."
Little Ping'an looked at the bamboo basket about his size, then at his little cousin on the right, his sunburned face showed a smile, and he shook his head, "Mom, I'm strong."
"Sis, don't persuade anymore, I'm here."
"Exactly! As men, we can't let you tire yourself out."
