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Back at Xiangyue Mansion, Cullinan turned off the engine in the parking space, just as a business call came in on the cellphone on the center console.
Liang Weining was replying to a department message when she felt a large hand ruffle the top of her head. She turned to see him already opening the door to get out.
It meant she should sit in the passenger seat for a while longer.
The winter in Beijing was far less warm than the Hong Kong Region, so much so that Liang Weining wished she could wrap herself in a quilt twenty-four hours a day.
Fortunately, she had a human furnace by her side.
Through the glass window, seeing his tall figure clad only in thin clothes, she felt cold.
The sound of the car door closing came from behind.
Chen Jingyuan turned slightly, saw the girl with his coat over her arm walking towards him.
