The Turning Point of the Blood Moon Project

Jiang Menghan added softly,

"Dad believed you and no longer planned to push the Barrier Plan through immediately.

But because the Firstborn: Atlas system is too unstable, he seemed to have gone mad, insisting on another iteration within a month.

Honestly!

Everyone else is celebrating the New Year. Other than those few foreigners, who can really keep working overtime with him like this?

He went from one extreme to another. Working 996 every day—sooner or later, the Labor Association will sue him."

The iceberg-like girl rarely showed such anger.

"Honestly, it might be better if he got arrested."

Still, she was already grateful that her father had survived the assassination attempt. So even if he simply stayed obediently inside the Deep Sea Research Institute and kept his head down for a while, that would be fine.

In other words, although Jiang Menghan said that, she was not actually too worried about these matters.

The two of them walked toward the snack stalls amid the gentle atmosphere of Jiangnan.

"We're quite early for the agreed time."

The girl brought her hands together slightly and breathed into them to warm herself.

The entire scene looked beautiful in his eyes.

As Transcendents, they were no longer so afraid of the cold.

But this winter, because of the Spiritual Energy Circulation and the chaotic La Nina phenomenon,

even in the south,

many people had already wrapped themselves in thick down jackets during the mornings before the New Year.

Even the one or two outdoor morning tea shops that normally remained open had moved indoors.

So, the two of them could only find a relatively clean and nicely decorated shop, then choose seats by the window.

Because from there, they could see the riverbank flowing in the distance.

As they settled down,

Jiang Menghan blinked