The interior of the manor, whether it is hot or cold throughout the year, maintains the most pleasant temperature. As soon as Wen Yi returned to the lobby, warmth and popularity spread over it, soothing the chill that had just been blown by the cold wind.
As soon as I found a place to sit down, the soft shawl fell on her shoulders from behind, followed by the mature voice of the man, “Isn’t it cold to stand outside for so long wearing this point?”
Wen Yi turned his head, and a handsome and gentle man sat down beside her, with his arms freely deep on the armrests, squinting at her, “No wonder my mother cares about you every day when I get older.”
Wen Yi, “…”
At this age, Wen Yi didn’t know whether he was referring to his mommy or…she.
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