Chen Ye took a look at Zhao Jun, who was busy packing his bags.
After a moment of hesitation, he said carefully, "Old Zhao, come here, let's talk for a bit."
Zhao Jun followed him to the balcony, looking puzzled. He immediately rubbed his hands together. "Damn, it feels even colder than back home in Shandong. Ha—the steam from my breath is thick enough to bake steamed buns."
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