Half an hour later, Lou Xi came downstairs wearing a black wool coat.
The winter in the Capital is very cold, and the north wind blows against the cheeks like knives scraping, making it unbearable. Lou Xi tightened her coat, then stepped out of the hotel, walking towards Xi Siwei's car.
Xi Siwei was sitting in the driver's seat; he had driven here himself.
Seeing Lou Xi approaching, he got out of the car and opened the passenger-side door.
Lou Xi frowned slightly, not getting into the passenger seat he opened, but went straight to the back seat and got in.
The passenger seat of a single man's car is a very sensitive position. Lou Xi is now a widow, and Xi Siwei is a single man with a fiancée.
Although they are relatives in name, who knows if someone with an agenda might write nonsense?
The car door closed with a bang, making Xi Siwei twitch at the corner of his eye. He could only close the passenger door and then walk around the car to the driver's seat.
