The Accountant nearby took a glance and also shivered, asking, "Xiao Hua, are you cold?"
Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said, "No, Mr. Mo, I am not cold at all."
Mr. Mo smiled and said, "You are a sensible kid. No worries, if you feel cold, I have a shawl here. It is indeed large, but it can keep the wind off."
Zhang Xiaohua was speechless, laughing while he said, "It's okay, though it's a little cold, I can endure it. How can a young person grow up quickly without experiencing a bit of cold?"
Sometimes it's strange. Although Zhang Xiaohua was not cold, once he mentioned he wasn't, others thought he said so because he didn't have suitable clothes, and they found him very sensible, wanting to show some care. Therefore, Zhang Xiaohua had to be observant, not always telling the truth but a half-truth.
After staring at the scenery for a while and getting a little bored, Zhang Xiaohua asked, "Mr. Mo, I have a question for you."
Mr. Mo replied, "Sure, what's troubling you?"
