Su Mu nodded in agreement:
"It's my bad luck."
Wei Shaoqin looked at Su Mu for a long time without saying a word, but his expression always carried that indifferent smile. Su Mu didn't feel uncomfortable under his gaze, but she felt that with the current time and weather, if she didn't leave soon, she might very well freeze into an icicle.
Before Su Mu could urge them to hurry, Jiang Bei, who was sitting in the car, voiced his impatience:
"Are you two done talking yet? If not, close the car door. I'm freezing to death here."
Su Mu cracked a slight smile: "Get in the car."
Wei Shaoqin did not say anything more and got into the car by himself.
