The next day.
Ji Zeqiu still had some work left before the Spring Festival and got up early in the morning.
After washing up, he changed his clothes.
He grasped the door handle of the bedroom, paused as he was about to leave, and looked back at the scarf lying beside the pillow.
He hesitated for a moment.
When he walked out again, his neck was wrapped in the warm scarf.
His manager, seeing it, pulled at the scarf in surprise, "Aren't you the type who never wears a scarf?"
Havings never seen him wearing one for so many years, he was always a man who preferred style over warmth, burdened with the idol baggage.
And yet, today, he surprisingly put on a scarf.
"Are you in love?" The manager was very sensitive.
The manager had seen Wen Li and Shen Qingtang around Ji Zeqiu, but he always felt it was like neglected children playing petty games.
To put it bluntly, it was like children playing house, without much real affection, not lasting long.
So he didn't interfere much.
