Jiang Shuxuan opened the car door. His clear eyes landed on the clothes Gu Xiqiao was wearing which made him furrow his brows.
Gu Xiqiao quickly got into the car, sitting down in the seat obediently after seeing the look on his face.
The temperature in November couldn't be said to be too low, but when a cold wind blew, it could still make people shiver from the chill.
But she wasn't feeling cold as she had a strong chi within her circling in her body that could dispel the chill, but there was a kind of chill in this world, called 'The chills of Brother Jiang'. Normally, she would remember to bring out a coat, but the call from Yao Jiamu this morning was urgent, and she had forgotten.
"Let's go, let's go." She just pretended that nothing was wrong.
