That Jiang Chenglong Owes You A Lot of Money?

"So cold…" Rong Xuelong retracted her aura and shrunk back into a ball.

"Little Treasure… are you alright?" She asked.

"I'm very good Mommy." Little Treasure's voice was even more stable than before. "The two sleeping bags are very warm. Uncle hugged me… but… it's so stuffy here…"

This place was short of oxygen, how could it not be stuffy?

Not to mention Little Treasure, even Rong Xuelong felt sleepy.

Cold and sleepy…

Suddenly, an arm was placed on her shoulder. Before Rong Xuelong could react, the man had already wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Come closer." His voice was low. "It's warmer here."

He was referring to his chest.

Rong Xuelong didn't hesitate at all. She leaned her head on the man's chest and reached out to hug him.

"Chenglong…" She closed her eyes. It was so cold that she couldn't cry, but her voice was filled with endless sadness.