The plane was delayed by half an hour before it finally arrived in Yanjing.
Returning from summer to the depth of winter, Luo Ziling surprisingly found himself struggling to adapt.
In just the few minutes it took to walk out of the cabin and board the shuttle bus, the thinly-dressed Luo Ziling already felt a chill to the bone.
This unbearable coldness made the discomfort in his heart even more pronounced.
Yang Xiaodong seemed to have finally caught on and stopped annoying Luo Ziling on the flight.
After disembarking, he took the initiative to help Luo Ziling with his luggage.
Wang Zhenjun drove to the airport to pick them up. Perhaps Yang Xiaodong or Wang Zhenjun had said something because the normally joking Wang Zhenjun refrained from making any playful remarks.
