Qiao Wangbei and Yan Wangchuan were sitting opposite each other. In front of them was a carving knife, and the atmosphere was cold and serious.
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On the other side, at the ski resort overseas, Song Fengwan was skiing near the entrance of the hotel for a while. The moment she entered the hotel, she saw a group of seven men and women talking together in Chinese, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances at them.
"Big Sister." Huai Sheng ran over and helped her take her ski poles.
Perhaps because they felt a sense of closeness when hearing someone speak in their native language, the group of people also glanced at Song Fengwan.
When she was skiing outside just now, a few of the guys in the group had been staring at her. She had learned her movements from Fu Chen, so they were naturally accurate and elegant. She wasn't very skilled at skiing, but her movements had a unique beauty to them.
