Evening, eight o'clock.
Feng Ziheng returned home on time.
Before that, Feng Zichen had been forcefully summoned back by Feng Yuan's call from Feng Xuanming, and not five minutes after he left, Feng Ziheng entered the door.
Chu Liangxia was still on the sofa watching a drama.
Only, she was somewhat absent-minded.
"Back already?"
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she subconsciously lifted her gaze to look towards the entrance.
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a bit annoyed.
It really didn't seem like a cold war at all.
"Mhm."
Feng Ziheng hung up his coat on the wall and then put on slippers to come in.
Chu Liangxia stole a few glances at him.
In the end, she noticed the remnants of snowflakes in his hair and couldn't help but be startled, "Is it snowing again?"
"Mhm." Feng Ziheng nodded and went straight to the sofa.
"Is it heavy?" Chu Liangxia asked casually.
"Quite heavy."
Feng Ziheng sat down beside her.