As he read, he slowly shook his head and fanned himself with a feather fan. It was obviously summer.
The boy was none other than Meng Hao.
The screen flickered, and Meng Hao was now wearing a neat, clean scholar’s robe. He walked out of his house and stood up against a nearby wall, looking a bit shifty-eyed. Soon, a sedan emerged from the courtyard opposite him. He craned his neck to look at it, an excited expression on his face. 1