She took a step back, raised her head, and looked up at Feng Ziheng, stating gravely, "You go ahead and wait for me downstairs, I'll talk to master a bit longer."
His hand holding the umbrella leaned slightly towards her, tilting the umbrella to shield her from the wind and snow.
Feng Ziheng looked at her sternly, "Five minutes."
"Ten minutes."
Chu Liangxia haggled with him.
"Five minutes," Feng Ziheng insisted firmly.
"Eight minutes."
"Six minutes."
"Seven minutes."
"Six—"
"Alright, alright, six minutes, I'll be right down," Chu Liangxia conceded, interrupting the stubborn Feng Ziheng and making a compromise in the end.
Feng Ziheng placed the umbrella handle in her hand.
He raised his hand and gently scraped her nose, which was red from the cold.
"Don't be late."
Looking at Chu Liangxia, who was shivering all over from the cold, Feng Ziheng emphasized.
