Behind the avenue trees not far away, four people walked over, and the leader was none other than Zhou Xiaotong.
She was wrapped in a light gray fur cloak, with a matching brimless hat on her head, and her black leather boots squeaked against the white snow.
Her temperament and appearance were originally of a cold and noble type, and now, as she walked on the snow, she seemed to float ethereally, like an Immortal.
Following her, a woman and two men, were also handsome and attractive.
All three were taller than her, but they could not steal even a bit of the limelight from her.
Yuan Huapeng saw this and his brows furrowed slightly, speaking dissatisfiedly, "Xiaotong, you're pushing it. This is a private gathering, what do you mean by barging in like this?"
