Under everyone's gaze, Wei Zimu walked out of the airport.
Before he went to Continent F, it was still midsummer in China. Now that he was back, the late autumn night was already very humid.
A gust of night wind blew and Wei Zimu shivered slightly. He reached out to touch his cold arm. There were still some unhealed needle holes on it. The cold wind entered his heart through the needle holes.
He had returned this time to replace Yu Qian. In the eyes of the Wei family, Yu Qian had never left Beijing, so no one came to pick him up at night.
Wei Zimu hailed a car and gave an address.
The driver followed the address given by Wei Zimu and felt more and more frightened as he walked. It was really too remote. He trembled and broke out in cold sweat as he finally arrived at his destination. The driver did not even have the mood to cheat the customer. He wished he could take Wei Zimu's money and get him out of the car quickly.
