The cold wind was piercing, and just as Liu Zixuan was about to set off with a group of beautiful women, snowflakes started to fall from the sky.
Ying Qingning extended her slender jade-like hand out the window, feeling the chill of the snowflakes on her fingers, and laughed, "I'm so used to the spring rain, feeling the snowflakes now gives me a different sensation."
"I guess only a girl like you, raised in the south, would feel that way." Bai Jingjing said as she started the car and slowly headed onto the highway.
"What are you muttering with your phone?"
At that moment, Liu Ruyan nudged Liu Zixuan, who was sitting next to her, and asked.
Liu Zixuan was behaving a bit strangely today to the ladies. He would usually insist on driving for such a long journey, yet he didn't drive at all and had been fiddling with his phone, sending texts and staring off into the distance.
