fu chen and song fengwan had not arrived home yet, but fu huan had already followed chen wang to a leisure club. it was said that the venue was agreed upon by the sponsor and it was highly confidential.
as soon as he got out of the car, the autumn wind blew, as if it was drilling into his bones. it was less than a minute's walk from the parking lot to the clubhouse gate, but fu huan's hands and feet were cold from the wind.
in order to be a good bo wenjing today, she was dressed slightly thin.
while waiting for the elevator, fu huan saw through the reflective mirror of the elevator that chen wang had taken off his coat and handed it to her. " put it on. "
"no, i'm not cold." fu huan didn't even know that her lips were a little purple.
it was already late october, and the capital city had been heating up since november, so the drop in temperature was obvious.
"you're really not cold?"
"yes." she laughed.
"let me try it on your hand."
