From Chen Ningxi's recent recollection, it could be determined that she really liked the New Year. However, after a moment of silence, Cheng Qiaobei still quietly typed,
— Like.
It seemed as if to welcome the Spring Festival, a heavy snow had fallen last night, enveloping the entire hotel along with Zhoushan in thick snow. Southern folks came north to see snow, while Northerners headed south to see the sea. This cross-experience New Year atmosphere had become a new trend.
Cheng Qiaobei watched the snow through the window, but felt none of the joy brought by the heavy snow, only the cold tranquility.
At that moment, Liang Lei walked into the office with milk tea and desserts.
"Dun dun dun dun," she even gave herself an entrance BGM, "I'm here."
She thought she'd witness a scene of utter boredom, but found Chen Ningxi diligently writing with full concentration.
"Oh my god, having to work during the New Year is sad enough, yet you're actually still working."