In the morning, people bustled along Jiangcheng streets, their outfits and the visible breath indicating winter had officially begun.
Those who disliked the season felt burdened by thick down jackets and the constant need to guard against colds, missing the freedom of other seasons.
Those who loved it found the snowy scenery beautiful and relished cozy weekends spent in bed, thinking it was pure bliss.
Xiao Feng didn't mind much about these opinions; every season had its unique charm, and he honestly couldn't say which one he liked the most.
The sports car was hit... or rather, after Xiao Feng distractedly drove into a post, he was back to taking taxis again.
Just as Xiao Feng contemplated asking Song Keren to reimburse his fare, he heard a cry for help from behind: "Help! Brother Feng, save me!"
The dramatic plea was unmistakably from Wang Lubo, Xiao Feng knew without even turning around.
