Wang Qiang's mood was down to the lowest point at this moment. Just a short while ago, Old Zhao finally got in touch with the villa and informed them that for safety reasons, they decided to cancel today's return trip plan.
It was uncertain how many times Wang Qiang had run to the window to observe the snow. Each time he looked out, he hoped with anticipation that the snow would lessen so that the three of them could head back home.
Unfortunately, things never go as one wishes, and the heavy snow continued to fall. Wang Qiang grumbled softly in frustration, "This damn weather, couldn't it have snowed earlier or later? It just had to snow when I'm going home."
With a gloomy face, Wang Qiang returned to the bed and looked at Tang and Zhao with reluctance, saying, "Quan, Old Zhao, I think we should just go back. This bit of snow is no big deal."
