Jiang Huai put his hands in his pockets and shuffled in his slippers, completely subverting his aloof image in front of outsiders. He walked over from afar as if he was chatting.
Jiang Huai looked at the two people squatting on the ground and said in confusion, "I say, the two of you are really free. It's snowing, yet you still came out to get drenched."
Tan Ming turned to look at Jiang Huai and retorted, "The snow is so little that I can't even feel it anymore. Besides, if I don't get drenched in snow on a snowy day, how can it be called winter?"
Tan Ming and Jiang Huai were the closest in age. They usually contacted each other the most, so she spoke to him without restraint.
Jiang Huai was so angry at Tan Ming's theory that he laughed. "Oh, you're getting better at talking. Let's go upstairs and watch a movie together. You'll catch a cold later."
