It had just snowed heavily during the night, and the snow had not yet been cleared from the roads. Cars moved slowly along the highway, many of them fitted with tire chains that clattered loudly through the streets.
The bitter wind howled as pedestrians bundled themselves in thick, long down coats and trudged through the trampled, filthy snow.
The car drove all the way to the edge of the city before entering a luxurious hotel.
A wheelchair was waiting outside the hotel. An old man bundled up like a dumpling sat in it, wearing a red knitted hat styled like a Santa hat. The sight was rather comical.
Song He got out of the car. "Professor Ma!"
Xiang Xiaotong got out as well and said casually, "Old Ma."
The red knitted hat bobbed as Professor Ma nodded. "Have you eaten breakfast?"
"I ate on the plane. Teacher Xiang hasn't eaten." Song He walked over and pushed the wheelchair.
"I'm not hungry," Xiang Xiaotong said decisively. "Let's go straight to Lao Zhao."
The three of them entered the hotel lobby, took the elevator, and arrived at the top floor.
Professor Ma led the way. Song He pushed him around turn after turn like an ancient charioteer driving a war chariot, while Xiang Xiaotong followed at the back with her laptop bag in hand.
At last, they arrived at the door of a room at the end of the corridor.
Professor Ma raised his hand and pounded on the door. "Lao Zhao! We're coming in!"
Then he took out a card, tapped it against the door, and opened it.
Song He's heart began to race as he nervously pushed Professor Ma inside.
The next second, his eyes went wide!
On the way there, Song He had imagined countless scenes of meeting Lao