With that thought, Qiu Tu smiled as he crumpled the note, then stood up to take a bath.
Having washed away the traces of last night's battle, Qiu Tu put on his uniform, grabbed a quick bite, and then left Tang Feifei's villa.
The weather in Xinjie City was still not good today.
Thick leaden clouds shrouded the sky, the sunlight struggling to penetrate the cloud layer, casting a few sparse and pallid beams, feebly illuminating the city.
In the bitter winter months, the air was permeated with a cutting chill, each breath seeming to freeze into frost in the lungs.
Upon stepping outside the villa, Tan Huimin was waiting for Qiu Tu. She was bundled up in a thick woolen coat, stamping her feet and rubbing her hands together.
Seeing Qiu Tu, she quickly flashed a smile, then turned to open the car door for him.
