As soon as Ling Fei and Song Tian Mo arrived downstairs, Li Hou drove up in that supremely dashing Cayenne.
"Young Master Song, are we going to have another drink at the bar? Which bar are we going to?" Xiao Ji trotted up a few steps with a grin, his gaze accidentally sweeping over Ling Fei, who he was holding.
City C was a bit cold tonight.
A chilly wind had begun blowing in the afternoon.
At this point, snow had started falling.
Ling Fei seemed a bit cold.
Being held by Master Song, she kept rubbing her hands together, then playfully extended her hand to catch the falling snowflakes. On her delicate white face, enchanting dimples flashed in and out of sight.
With Ling Fei in his arms, Master Song walked straight to the Cayenne, quickly opened the car door, and stuffed the woman from his arms into the car.
With a bang, the door closed. Only then did he turn around, "I will not go, you guys go."