Li Zhiyan's mind wandered to Ding Baijie's mission while he was giving his mother a massage; he could set off after a while.
"Son, are you hungry? Mom will go cook for you."
"Mom, let's cook after I finish massaging you."
Zhou Rongrong hummed in response, closed her eyes, and only after about ten minutes, when the soreness in her ankles significantly subsided, she put on her slippers and went to cook.
...
After dinner, Li Zhiyan got into his Mercedes E and set off. By then, Wancheng was covered in falling snow; the sun had already set, and the temperature had plummeted to minus seven degrees.
There were few pedestrians on the road, and those few were shivering from the cold.
However, Li Zhiyan didn't feel cold at all; whether it was the scorching heat or bitter cold, he could always appreciate the benefits of his body's enhancements.
