Two hours later, they finally reached the city from the suburban county. It was noon, and the scorching sun was directly overhead, with few pedestrians wandering the streets.
On the main road leading to the municipal guest house, the shade of the trees on both sides couldn't block the intense sunlight. Sitting inside the car felt like being inside an oven, with waves of heat hitting them.
Even with the long-desired ice pop in his hand, Ping'an looked glum. "Dad, I want to go home. It's hotter here than at our place."
Zhang Guoqing held a damp towel, repeatedly wiping his child's sweat, comforting him, "Once we're inside, it won't be hot. Didn't Great-Grandpa say it would rain today? It'll be refreshing after the rain."
Yi Jiefang shook his head, thinking how the Northern people really couldn't handle it. His nephew never spent a minute indoors during the peak summer heat; he was either swimming in the river or causing trouble up a tree.
