Shang Qichao never stayed overnight at his son's house.
Watching the black business SUV exit through the glossy electronic gate, Shen Chaoxi exhaled a breath of warm air and was about to tuck her hands into her cotton jacket pocket when they were enveloped by the man's warm, large hand.
In the evening, the outdoor temperature was close to zero degrees, but Shen Chaoxi's heart was very warm.
"What did you do all afternoon?" Shang Jianghan asked as he held her hand, rubbing it.
He had spent the afternoon in the conference room dealing with the group's affairs and hadn't managed to visit her upstairs.
"What else could I do, I was reviewing materials for the postgraduate entrance exam."
With her hands warmed, Shen Chaoxi also leaned her face close.
Under the light, the girl's nose was red, and the white breath she exhaled intertwined with her words.
"Hmm, that's good! Let's go inside."
Hand in hand, the two entered the house.