Chenxing nodded heavily, wrapped in a warm and familiar aura. She only just realized she was shivering from the cold; standing on the lawn earlier, she hadn't even felt the chill.
"Your phone wasn't reachable, so I came to the airport to wait for you."
"Wait until we get in the car to talk." Seeing her cold little hands had gone numb, Gu Shaocheng's eyes filled with tenderness as he easily picked her up.
From afar, the car was already approaching. One of his men respectfully opened the car door for him, and the first thing Gu Shaocheng said as he got inside was, "Turn up the heat a bit."
The driver obeyed: "Yes, sir."
"Why are you wearing so little?" Gu Shaocheng wrapped Chenxing's little hands, rubbing them constantly, then gently rubbed her frostbitten face. "I didn't check my phone; did you guess that I returned? Then why not wait at home?"
