C459 Conspiracy

In the study, Wang Qing, dressed in a robe that shimmered like moonlight, still had snowflakes clinging to him as he sipped hot tea and nibbled on pastries. His nose was red from the biting wind outside.

"Is the heating in this place broken? Bring me a couple more heaters! It's freezing! Where's Luo Zixuan? I've been waiting forever! Can't someone hurry him up?!" Wang Qing grumbled impatiently