In Ning City, the heavy snow had not ceased.
Chu Anning stood at the entrance of Mingyuan, and the secretary beside her dutifully informed her, "Miss Chu, we've already asked the Zhou Family. The young master has been living here."
Chu Anning stared at the dim light of the street lamp at Mingyuan.
In the heavy snowfall, the snowflakes cast dreamy reflections under the light.
This was a silent and serene spectacle.
Chu Anning spotted a little bell hanging from the lamp post. The wind blew, and the clear chime of the bell broke the silence.
This was not something that would typically appeal to men. It was more likely something to please the one who used to reside in Mingyuan.
An inexplicable sourness welled up in Chu Anning's heart. She blinked, hesitant to dive into her thoughts, yet found herself unable to refrain.
Would the usually aloof Zhou Yinghuai resort to such childish antics just to charm Jiang Tan?
How ludicrous.
