The street was cold enough. Ao Xue rushed along with his coat tightly wrapped, and his high-heeled shoes made a crisp noise on the ground.

Walking into the neighborhood, she looked down in her bag for the key and whispered, "Ao Xue."

She looked up in surprise. Yan Mingyao stood under the street lamp and looked down at him. The wind blew the black coat hugely.

"Why are you here? Didn't you go to the Netherlands to deal with things? Ao Xue took out the key to open the door and frowned after smelling the heavy alcohol on him. "Drinking?"

"Well, have a drink with the client." Yan Mingyao leaned...