There were a few wintersweet flowers in the vase on the table. They gave off a faint fragrance. Jiang se lowered her gaze to look at Feng Zhongliang's hand on her thigh. He was gripping the blanket on his thigh tightly.
When she recalled mother Wang's earlier words, Jiang SE's eyes heated up.
"Didn't I come to see you as soon as I returned to the capital?"
He snorted, as if he was still angry.
"I see that you're only wearing a coat. It'S-4 degrees Celsius today, and you're not even wearing a scarf!" He instinctively wanted to reach for his walking stick, but he missed.
Mo Anqi had even sent Jiang se the weather forecast before she left. When she heard Feng Zhongliang's words, she said, "
isn't the lowest temperature-4 degrees Celsius? "
Feng Zhongliang was a little angry, "
"After being away for half a year, you've learned how to talk back."