Mo Xiao approached, and upon seeing him, Jian Qing was taken aback for a moment.
But when she remembered his other identity in M Country, clarity hit her.
She glanced casually at his coat, a faint smile playing at the corners of her eyes.
Was he still wearing it?
"It's late and you only have a sweater on. What if you catch a cold?" Mo Xiao eyed Jian Qing's attire, his brows furrowing.
In reality, her sweater was rather warm. Looking at the women at the party, they sacrificed warmth for fashion, clad only in thin dresses. The ones afraid of the cold could only wear an extra bolero. No one came close to wearing a sweater like Jian Qing.
Well, one kind of cold is the one your father think you have.
For example, Mo Xiao.
He glanced at Quan Jingwu with dissatisfaction and huffed, "Didn't he tell you to put on more clothes before you left?"
Jian Qing smiled dismissively, "Our coats are in the car. It's warm in here.
