Imperial City
The private plane landed smoothly and everyone moved towards the vehicle prepared for them in advance to take them to Zeng Shihong's mansion.
"I don't need this."
"Yes, you do."
"But…"
"CHIPMUNK… Be good." Feng Jianyu forcefully wrapped his scarf around Xiu Mei's neck; he took the extra coat, and a knitted beanie from Rong Xiang and makes her wear it, then he glanced at her from top to bottom. He frowned when her hands were not covered….
"Yes boss, got it…." Rong Xiang panicked seeing Feng Jianyu's sharp gaze, he looked for the pair of gloves in the bag he had prepared beforehand. But silly him, will the gloves will come through magic? He forgot to keep it.
