He went to adjust the temperature in the room and even brought a cup of hot water over to warm her hands. He knew that she was afraid of the cold. Once it was winter, her hands would be as cold as ice sticks.
After he was done, he turned around and saw that only Kuang Meiyun had followed him outside the private room. He called out in puzzlement.
"I can't find it."
She took it and held it in her hands with a faint look in her eyes.
"What do you mean you can't find it?"
He stared at her and asked, feeling that there was a hidden meaning in her words.
Xiao Jinghuan still felt cold, so he put down the cup, gathered his clothes, wrapped his scarf tighter, put his bag on the table, and then put the cup on the table. Then he continued,"
