Su Wanxin had been lying on the bed for a long time before she got up with a dizzy head and belatedly went to find her phone.
There were two unread messages on her phone, both from Fu Shihan.
[Is the hotpot tasty?]
[Come downstairs]
The last message was sent forty minutes ago.
Thinking about the weather outside, Su Wanxin suddenly startled and ran outside.
The snow was still falling, and it was getting heavier.
When Su Wanxin reached downstairs, he was still there. With his long legs stretched out, he leaned against the black Mercedes G-Class, looking up at the sky with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, his body covered with snow.
Su Wanxin ran over quickly, panting, and stopped in front of him, meeting his indifferent gaze.
"I didn't check my phone."
"Why are you running?"
They spoke at the same time, sizing each other up.
Su Wanxin frowned, wanting to embrace him, but unexpectedly got pushed away.
