Late at night, the desolate streets.
In such bitter cold weather, Tang Jing, as an only child from the city, would usually be lounging on her bed equipped with floor heating, leisurely holding an iPad to binge-watch dramas, enjoying good food, and gossiping with her good friend Meng Ziyun.
She certainly wouldn't be wandering the streets like this with the bumpkin Huang Yuzhu.
Chapter 896