Life Is Full of Dramatic Things (1)

Mother Zuo was about to answer when a figure suddenly walked in from the door.

Chengxin walked in with a pale face. The thin dress on her body could not block the cold wind at night. Although Los Angeles was not as cold as the cities further north in winter, it was still very cold at night.

Anhao had just felt the bone-chilling cold wind and was too lazy to stand outside any longer, so she had walked straight back.

She didn't expect Chengxin to wear less than her and stand outside for so long.

"What's going on?" The old man's sharp eyes noticed that Chengxin's complexion was very bad. Her face was pale and she walked unsteadily. He couldn't help but walk over quickly with his walking stick."Why do you look so pale?"

As soon as he got close, he felt the cold air on Chengxin's body. He immediately frowned and said,"Why did you run outside? How long have you been standing outside?"