"How about it, isn't it a surprise? My brother created artificial snow for Bian Yue, and I got some too, do you like it?"
His pride simply couldn't be hidden.
Wen Jiao felt a headache coming on, looking unamused, "Shen Zhaoli, do you know my father has given his staff time off for the holidays? Once the snow stops, will you join me to clear it?"
Shen Zhaoli yawned, his sly fox eyes twinkling, and chuckled, "I will have someone clear it. Just tell me, do you like it or not?"
"I like it." Wen Jiao paused, then snorted coldly, "Not at all."
Shen Zhaoli raised his eyebrows, "Then what do you like?"
"Is that something you can just ask directly?"
"It's tiring to keep guessing. How about this, let's switch roles. You ask me what I like, I tell you, and then you give it to me."
Wen Jiao scoffed, half-joking: "How could I afford what you like?"
