"Yes."
Fu Chi's eyelashes droop slightly, his tone is warm and deep, "Visiting my father, today is his memorial day."
Jiang Ruan sobered up almost instantly, she stared at the man's calm face, and jumped down from the cabinet.
"Okay."
They walked out of the apartment.
The environment outside was gloomy, with dark clouds obscuring the sky. The air carried a moist chill, and soon, their noses were freezing cold.
"If you're sleepy, take a nap first. It's a bit of a distance to go there."
Fu Chi turned the steering wheel, glanced at Jiang Ruan, and then took a blanket from the back to cover her legs.
Little ones are most afraid of the cold.
The weather now isn't particularly cold, but she can't stand the cold due to her constitution.
Jiang Ruan couldn't quite put her feelings into words, she nestled deeper into the seat, looking at the man's side profile for a long while before starting to scroll through Weibo on her phone.