After late autumn, it was the beginning of winter. Following the continuous autumn rain, the weather became colder and colder. The cold wind also became a little chilly. When he woke up in the morning, he could still see a thin layer of frost on the steps in the backyard.
City Z was not a city that would snow. It was very rare for it to snow in such a cold season. At least for Mu Yuchen, he had lived for more than 30 years and had not seen many snowfalls.
He woke up early this morning and did not expect to see some traces of it.
"Father!"
Mu Yuchen had just hung up the phone when his son, Mu Zirui, suddenly called out from behind him.
Mu Yuchen put his phone away and turned around subconsciously. He saw his eldest son, Mu Zirui standing behind him—
He had already changed into a neat white suit and looked like a polite little gentleman.
"Why are you up so early? You don't have school, you can sleep for an hour or two more."
