The iron door is opened. Song Yunying comes in with her hands on her belly.

Zhang Qiang goes out to keep watching the door after he leads her in.

The room is dimly lit and cold. Song Yunying says with dissatisfaction. “Why don’t you turn on the heat for my dad?”

Half of the door is open, so she could be heard by people outside. Zhang Qiang’s voice comes in. “It’s cold today, but it was very warm yesterday.”

Song Yunying ...