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nShe curled up her lips and said, “Mu Jinghang looks really good like this.”

nMu Jinghang, “…”

n“Ah, wait, sister-in-law, are you throwing me into the flames?!” Mu Jinghang was eaten alive by Jun Yexuan and Qi Yusen’s death glares, “Did I make you mad during our trip?”

nQiao Qing, “…”

nMu Jinghang gently coughed and pointed to the castle afar. He changed the subject, “That’s Leng Yan’s house?”

nQiao Qing nodded.

nMu Jinghang pulled his sleeves down so they covered his hands, “Then, let’s go inside and get warmed up. It’s so cold out here.”

nQiao Qing nodded.

nPerhaps she had the two men who wanted to look cool rather than to stay warm in mind, she walked very fast.

nJust then, a white ball of fur dashed towards the group. Not used to the lack of friction on the ground, it didn’t get to brake in time and ended up slamming into the ground in front of everyone.

nMu Jinghang lowered his head, “Huh? What is this? A snow leopard?”

nThe firefox, “…”

nWhat the ***!

nYou’re the snow leopard!

nHaven’t you noticed that I’ve been gone?!

nAh, man!

nThe firefox whined harshly on the inside. It then picked itself off the ground and shook the snow off its fur.

nAfter the snow was shaken off, its red dampened fur was revealed.

nMu Jinghang chuckled, “Ah, it’s Red.”

nThe firefox, “ack ack ack ack ack!”

nHow many times must I tell you to not call me by that tasteless name!

nThough its owner gave it that name, she never used it.

nThis guy, however, always shouted “Red” loudly whenever he looked for the fox.

nMu Jinghang didn’t understand what the fox tried to express. He was about to ask when he realized that Qiao Qing and the others were long gone.

nHe picked up the fox by its tail and followed.

nInside the castle.

nOn the second floor, there was a tatami placed on the balcony that belonged to the master bedroom.

nOn top of the tatami lied a man in a pair of neutral-colored sweatpants and a light-colored sweater.

nHis sharp and handsome face was shielded by the shadow cast off the curtains.

nHe watched the snow outside with a lifeless look. There were absolutely no emotions expressed on his face – it was like he had understood everything there was to understand about the world.

nThe snowy scene outside was absolutely beautiful, but it wasn’t enough to gain the man’s interest.

nThe sight of him could be described as picturesque.

nHowever, despite his handsome face, there was something deathly about him.

nHis skin was pale and white while his lips appeared blood drained and colorless.

nIf it wasn’t for the fact that he was breathing, people would’ve wondered if he was a dead man.

nWhen Zhou Xin walked in and saw this sight, his nose felt sour.

nHe walked in as if he was used to not knocking when entering Leng Yan’s room.

nZhou Xin lowered down to get closer to the man on the tatami and said respectively, “Young master, Ms. Qiao is here to see you.”

nLeng Yan shook visibly, “Qingqing?”

nHis bony hands extended out and grabbed onto Zhou Xin’s arms, “Uncle Zhou? Qingqing is here?”

nZhou Xin was surprised Leng Yan had this much strength in him. He nodded, “Yes, Ms. Qiao Qing.”

nZhou Xin violently stood up. Because he moved too fast, he got a head rush and felt dizzy.

n“Young master.” Zhou Xin held onto him.

nLeng Yan raised a hand, “It’s fine.”

nThen, he clumsily headed outside.

nBefore he got to the door, however, he stopped.

nZhou Xin asked from behind, “Young master, what’s the matter?”

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