The family had guests over, and Zhao Gao and his wife were hosting, but when Zhao Mengmeng took a closer look, she realized it was an uncle who had been a family friend for generations.
She instantly felt a pang of sorrow, as this uncle would always give her a super big red envelope every time he visited, but this year she couldn't receive it, and had to stand outside, watching them longingly.
Zhao Mengmeng's attention was on her own home, so naturally, she had no time to worry about whether or not she was wearing her coat.
Her mother was wearing a pink coat, too far away to see her expression clearly, but Zhao Mengmeng knew she must look extremely beautiful.
No wonder no one called her at this time, as there were guests at home.
Pei Chenyang was standing behind her, his hands on Zhao Mengmeng's shoulders. At first glance, one might even think he was hugging her.
She wasn't afraid of the cold and watched with great interest.
