"Send me the address, I'll stop by around eight or nine tonight..."
Ansheng whispered to the researcher, turning around to head back to the uniquely decorated private room. He crouched on the chair.
"Xiaolan, it's snowing in Snow Village. Do you have any special thoughts or desires?"
"If you do, just say it!"
Ah Qing saw the little fox returning outside and sat on the chair with a playful smile on his face. He naturally placed his hand on Ansheng's shoulder, showing him a short video that was playing.
The video content wasn't anything special; it showed a young lady from Snow Village recording the snowy scene of her hometown and remarking that tonight's snowfall seemed to come a bit later than in previous years.
"What thoughts do I have?"
After watching the short video, Ansheng looked at Ah Qing, showing a puzzled expression on his face as he sighed:
