Jin Ning's hand had been hot to the touch, only letting go after they disembarked the plane.
Jin Ning's hand was burning hot; he tucked it into his sleeve and said to Chuzheng, "I want some water."
"Wait a moment."
Chuzheng left and quickly returned with a cup of warm water in hand.
Jin Ning took a sip and somehow tasted sweetness.
It was especially delicious.
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Chuzheng didn't take Jin Ning to the Jin Family Old House but booked a hotel instead.
Of course, Jin Ning had no intention of going either.
Still, someone came to see him.
The door opened by Chuzheng and in came a very beautiful woman, exuding the gentleness and grace of a lady from a traditional household in every aspect.
She looked at Chuzheng with a bit of curiosity; her gaze shifted and, upon seeing Jin Ning who she had wheeled over in a wheelchair, immediately brightened with a smile.
"Ning Ning."
"Auntie."
Jin Ning called out in a rather gentle tone.
