Cold everywhere.

The one place Zhang Caishen never thought he would see his psychologist was in his personal bedroom, the place where he laid everything bare, mental or physical and allowed himself to relax.

He had come home early to meet his wife only to meet four boys and one psychologist. 

Professor He was helping all the boys with their different homework when he found them. She was supervising them like a teacher. While Yuewei and the twins were neutral about it, Xiaobo had not looked so happy with her presence. 

The minute the professor set her eyes on him, she had smiled liked a vulture eyeing her prey. When he asked her to follow him to his office, she had insisted on first seeing his bedroom.

So that's what he was doing right now, giving his psychologist a tour of his personal bedroom.