The courtyard was located in a secluded place, isolated from the bustling city. The voices of the people gradually faded, and the street lamps were hidden by the water fir trees.
In autumn, the capital was dry and prone to sand and dust. When the wind blew, the sky was hazy, as if it was sprinkled with a layer of soot. The later at night, the colder it would be.
Song Fengwan leaned against the back seat. Why are those two here? If she had known, she wouldn't have come.
"Miss Song, we're here," Qian Jiang reminded her. The car had been parked for two minutes, but there was no movement from her.
"Thank you." Song Fengwan pushed the door open and got out of the car. The old lady was already waiting at the door. She was flattered. "Grandma Fu, why are you outside?"
"It's so cold at night. You're only wearing so little. I told you that Fu Chen doesn't know how to take care of people." The old lady pulled her hand and walked in. "Look at your cold hands."
