This night, in the study room of the Zhou Family Courtyard in Beijing, the family gathered to chat, sharing some things they encountered or heard about recently.
The pleasant fragrance of top-grade Tieguanyin tea filled the room with Lin Lishan's tea art, leaving Zhou Jiao regretting that she could only appreciate but not taste it.
Lin Lishan, amused, poured a cup of brown sugar water from the kettle for her: "What do you think about what your father said earlier? If you don't want to take a break from school, you'll need to find an excuse to intern at a unit."
Zhou Jiao took a sip and shook her head. As long as she shows up with a big belly, who wouldn't notice? She knows better than anyone the risks involved, so why set herself up as an obvious target?
"Will you be able to manage it?"
