Shen Xiaoxiao leisurely brought Yu Lang and 19 down from the banquet hall to the underground parking lot. The temperature outside was much lower than indoors.
It was the time when snow was melting. At this time, the temperature in the capital was much colder at night than during the day. With every breath, one could see the misty white fog.
The thin woolen coat could not block the deep cold at all. The bare instep had already turned purple from the cold. As she walked quickly, she could not care less about talking to the two people behind her.
It was not until she sat in the warm car that Shen Xiaoxiao felt that she had come back to life.
In reality, she was not afraid of the cold. However, the pampering she had been receiving these past few days had long dispelled the cold resistance she had developed over the past ten years.
"Change your shoes and put on your pants and coat."
