"halbin?" song qincheng asked.
"yes," old zhao looked at the reverse mirror. " i've seen the weather forecast. it's been raining in harbin for the past few days. "
old zhao was a very talkative man, and he chatted with song qincheng about a lot of family matters on the way.
knowing that song qincheng was yu jing's friend and that she was still studying, old zhao sighed as he drove. " "it would be great if that little rascal of mine was half as sensible as you."
song qincheng's lips curved up slightly, but she did not comment on old zhao's praise.
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the car slowly stopped at the gate of the imperial court.
song qincheng got out of the car and watched mr. zhao drive away before she turned around and entered the club.
