Lin Yuan had no idea that his two top bosses were behind closed doors, gossiping about him.
Once he got into the car, he set off on a journey northward.
At first, the climate was quite pleasant...
But in just a few hours, sporadic snowflakes began to fall outside the car.
Then came the dense feather-like snow, and the ground, once lush with a myriad of flowers, turned into a pure blanket of silver.
It was a good thing that the heating in the car was strong; otherwise, everyone might have been shivering by now.
Even with the heat on,
other passengers deftly pulled out thick clothes from their bags and put them on.
Lin Yuan, still in his short sleeves and shirt, looked particularly out of place.
"Lucky I didn't get off at Xuexia City, otherwise I would have stood out too much in these clothes,"
muttered Lin Yuan.
Another three to four hours passed.
The maglev train stopped at a station completely covered by a blanket of white snow.
