Since becoming the station chief and growing older, Ding Yishan hadn't fought in years. Even though he occasionally exercised and never worried about food or drink, his physical condition was just slightly better than the average person.
Standing there for only a dozen seconds, Ding Yishan's brows knitted tightly, clearly unable to withstand the cold air.
Half a minute, a minute passed. Raindrops hit their exposed upper bodies, turning their skin gradually red.
Yet Cheng Ye didn't speak, just faced the window, his back straight like a statue unmoved by anything.
Achoo!
Another gust of even colder wind swept in with the rain, making Ding Yishan sneeze, his nose instantly turning bright red.
"This..."
Jiang Chuan, watching from the side, was dumbfounded, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, wanting to urge the two to put their clothes on quickly to avoid catching a cold.
