C806 Playing Dirty

Outside the window, the wind was howling. It was the end of winter.

Yang Qingwei was wearing a light orange sweater, which made his handsome, long face look even whiter. He was writing on a piece of paper with his head down, and when he heard his aunt say this, he subconsciously looked up to make sure that no one was around before he put his finger to his lips to shush her