Just when Yuan Zhou was reading the book seriously, the plane of Zhu Zan and the other two people finally landed.
"Get up, we've arrived." Zhu Zan woke up the two.
"The weather in Rong city is really cold." The moment Lord Zhen got off the plane, he felt the cold and wet weather in Chengdu and couldn't help but shrink his neck.
"It is indeed very cold." When he said this, Chen Mu had already put on a black down jacket that covered his entire body.
"You're such a bad old man. You actually bought such a Long Down Jacket." Elder Zhen, who was wearing a short cotton jacket, was instantly dumbfounded.
"Look at old man Zhu, he has one too." Chen Mu pointed at Zhu Zan, who had just put on his down jacket.
"Before we came, I already said that the weather here is not as good as ours. It's much colder and I told you to wear more clothes." Zhu Zan said.
