Liang Zixuan stood up and pulled her coat to her body. "Last night, it snowed heavily. Although it is sunny today, I feel very cold."
Qin Yu helped Liang Zixuan walk back to the villa. "The weather in Los Angeles is really not as good as our Imperial City. It is said that there will be a full moon in our hometown tonight."
After they returned, they acted as if nothing had happened. They joked with the others and had lunch. Old Madam Han and the others did not notice anything unusual.
In the evening, Liang Jiahao, Han Yuanjun, and Han Szeto returned.
Qin Shanyuan proudly held Liang Jiaying's hand and waved to them.
Han Yuanjun's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly. He nudged Liang Jiahao with his elbow. "Big brother, am I seeing things? Shanyuan is holding Liang Jiaying's hand?"
Liang Jiahao looked at him seriously. His face was full of pain. "You are not seeing things. They are indeed holding hands."
