Due to the fact that there was a mass replacement of leaders in Black Sunday, Jiayuan Club had temporarily ceased operations. The people in Jiayuan Club had yet to leave. Upon sight of Si Yiyan, everyone bowed and greeted. "Ninth Young Master!"
Si Yiyan had no time to bother about them at all. He began sprinting towards the door.
As soon as he exited Jiayuan Club, he felt a biting cold sensation on his skin and face which began to hurt slightly because of the chilliness. His ears turned stiff and hard. It was the first time that he had ever felt so cold, so much that it felt suffocating.
The weather… is freezing.
He shifted his gaze onto the thin and petite Wen Xinya and began wondering just how she had tolerated the cold.
He picked up speed and strode towards her eagerly. His unbuttoned blue windbreaker seemed to float in the air together with his movements.