In the blink of an eye, two months had passed, and it was the middle of the day. The weather was so stuffy that people were annoyed, and Guoguo kept crying.
During the day, Zhou Ying did not dare to bring her into the space, so she decided to stay in to avoid the heat.
One day, Zhou Ying and the others were ready to set off when Mingyu rushed over with her son, Zhuangzhuang.
Zhou Ying saw that her expression was not right. She welcomed her into the house and asked, "What's wrong? Did you two quarrel?"
"Can't it be something else?"
"I don't owe you money."
Mingyu rolled her eyes at her. She waved her hand and chased out all the irrelevant people in the room before saying, "I'm afraid the retired Emperor is in trouble. Wanning asked my father to help pass a message. If there's any celebratory event you want to do, hurry up and get it done."
"How could that be? Wasn't everything fine before?"