New Year's Day is approaching.
The weather is gradually getting colder.
At the entrance of Apang Palace, Wan Wenya opened the car door, and Jiang Chen wrapped his coat tighter around himself, just about to duck into the car, when he suddenly heard a voice, "Hey..."
He instinctively looked up.
It was the delivery man munching on a steamed bun on the street corner last time.
Jiang Chen stopped getting into the car and walked over with a smile.
"What a coincidence, we meet again."
The brother must have been delivering food and happened to pass by; he glanced at the distinguished-looking Wan Wenya then looked at the grand car seemingly out of reach. Compared to last time's casual demeanor, there was now a hint of restraint.
"Yeah, it's quite the coincidence."
"About to celebrate the New Year, aren't you going home?"
Jiang Chen behaved as if nothing was amiss, as if he was still that young lad squatting on the street and chatting.