Shen Haoze's steps suddenly halted.
He turned around to face the direction of the gate. The wind was fierce in the winter, and snowflakes drifted from the sky, making even someone like He Xuerong, who dressed herself tightly, showing only her eyes.
Su Yunyao, however, was only wearing a down jacket, panting as she stood not far away.
Then they looked at Shen Haoze, who was almost in the same condition.
He Xuerong indignantly brushed the snow off her buttocks.
But the clever little girl always felt that something was amiss with Uncle Shen and Aunt Su, inside and outside the door. Usually, Uncle Shen would have lifted her up, spun her around a few times, and a couple of years ago might have even tossed her into the air before catching her. She was not afraid, but every time this happened, he would be scolded by her little uncle.
This Aunt Su, on the other hand, never really liked her that much, but all she did was ignore her.