Jiangcheng in June is like a steamer, and the air sticks to the skin stickyly.
Chen Feng parked his electric car under the sycamore tree and took out his third takeout from the back seat. He looked at his phone and saw that after five minutes of timeout, the third negative review this month was confirmed.
There was a sharp pain in the knee of his right leg, like a rusty iron nail stirring in the bone. He gritted his teeth and put his weight on his left leg, picked up the takeout box with one hand, and was about to go upstairs.
"Mother--"
