Mutual Dislike

Fang Zhihan snapped out of his daze just as the car in front of him began to move. As he started driving straight, he replied gently, "No, I don't like it."

He didn't just dislike it, he hated it!

Yu Gangan laughed, "Haha, I didn't expect that we'd both dislike snow."

She did not ask Fang Zhihan why he disliked it. After all, it was just a matter of preference. Jut like how some people disliked the rain or the wind. No reason was necessary.

As it was snowing, the traffic was really slow. The route that normally took half an hour, ended up taking over an hour. When Yu Gangan saw her dormitory come into view, she was a little confused. She originally thought Fang Zhihan had called her to come down from the karaoke for something important.

But, as it seemed, he simply wanted to drive her home.