"When does it usually snow in Hui City?"
This time the Bentley was indeed on its way to the airport. Boss Jiang appeared relaxed, his arm resting on the car window, showing no signs of departure sadness.
"Do you want to see it? I'll take a photo for you when it does."
Jiang Chen smiled brightly and turned his head, "Deal."
Coming or not, how can there be no difference? Here, just within a day, the attitude changed drastically.
"That middle-aged couple, are they Miss Lan's parents?"
"Who are you talking about?"
"The ones beside the Martial Saint at the Heavenly Craft Exhibition."
No, they are not.
Why haven't they forgotten about this?
Unable to deny, Boss Jiang could only say "mm," "They came to celebrate the Martial Saint's birthday."
"The schedule is quite packed."
What does that mean?
Who are you talking about?
Boss Jiang didn't understand and was too lazy to ask, so he simply pretended not to hear it and changed the topic.
