This damn weather was cold enough to make ordinary people lose faith in life.
For Masters, whether the weather was cold or not would not affect them much.
Take Lin Qi, for example. He was sitting in a warm room in light clothing, chatting with the Little President.
The high-temperature steam rushing through the high-purity copper pipes in the walls could warm the entire house considerably. If it got too hot, that was no good either—the indoor temperature could rise above forty degrees!
When Lin Qi wanted to clear his head, there was a large Sun Room behind the villa. It was about two hundred square meters, warm as spring, with flowers blooming that would only blossom in spring and summer.
If he wanted to swim, there was a decent-sized temperature-controlled pool on the villa's basement level. He could enjoy himself in the water whenever he pleased.
The lives of the wealthy were just this simple, plain, and unadorned.
There was no particularly intense sense of happiness or satisfaction. After all, this was simply their daily routine.
The Little President had smoothly become an "old friend" of the Federal Government by knowing which way the wind was blowing. If his father and grandfather truly had souls, their graves should have been smoking by now.
In the eyes of some people, the Little President was a typical "traitor." He had betrayed the independent spirit of the Maliro People and sided with the Federal Government, becoming a shameful "deserter."
Both his grandfather and father had given their lives for Maliro to remain whole, independent, and prosperous! Although there was no evidence proving that the two men's deaths had anything to do with the Federal people, many among the Maliro populace had always believed that the Federal Government had killed the two old