At this time of year, the temperature difference between day and night was significant.
It reached twenty degrees at noon, but at the coldest time of the night, it already dropped to eleven or twelve degrees.
Lu Beiyuan was wearing formal attire, which would definitely be cold at night.
Having said that, Su Nanxing, realizing her slip of the tongue, was completely unaware that the corners of her eyes had reddened.
She took another look at Lu Beiyuan and lifted her leg to walk away.
"Xingxing."
Lu Beiyuan called out to her.
Then, in the next second, Lu Beiyuan reached out to take the black garbage bag she was carrying, and stood beside her in front of the elevator.
With her hands lightened, Su Nanxing tilted her head to look at him.
Even though his suit jacket was stained with wall ash, it still did not diminish the man's handsome nobility.
This somewhat narrow corridor seemed somewhat out of place with the man.
He simply wasn't someone who should appear here.
