“It’s the sixth day of the New Year.”
Cen Shaoqing nodded slightly. “Okay.”
Not long after, the car stopped at the entrance of Jinxiu Manor. The snow was too heavy for the car to drive in.
Cen Shaoqing got off the car and sent ye Zhuo in.
The snow on the road was about 20 centimeters thick. As he stepped on it, it made a creaking sound. Ye Zhuo raised his head and looked at Cen Shaoqing. “Does it snow so heavily in the capital every year?”
Cen Shaoqing nodded slightly and said, “Yes, it’s the same every year.”
Ye Zhuo looked at the snow on the road and a faint light flashed in his eyes. “Cen Shaoqing, close your eyes. I have a gift for you.”
Gift?
Cen Shaoqing’s eyes moved slightly and he closed his eyes.
Ye Zhuo squatted on the ground and grabbed a handful of snow. He quickly squeezed it into a ball and stood up. He stuffed it directly into Cen Shaoqing’s neck and ran away.