471 Igor

In this land next to the Arctic Circle, the sun did not bring much warmth, especially to the Andrea Family's icy castle. The boring, black building relied on charcoal and boilers, which provided limited warmth to its occupants. The cold Siberian wind blew into the room through cracks in the window and Becky, who had just washed her face felt annoyed. "Who opened the window again?"

Lily squatted in front of the window with a naive and clean smile on her face. Vivian glanced at the husky, and said, "The husky's here early in the morning to enjoy her ancestors' blessings, eh? That's such a dumb smile."

Lily stood up and snorted. "I don't care what you say. It's good to have some cool air; it makes one adapt quickly to the climate at least, unlike you. You were frozen into an ice cube yesterday."

Vivian had her arms on her hips. "Just three of them were frozen! And they didn't crash. Didn't I finally glide into the house successfully?"