Winter had come, and the days had grown shorter. By the time Zhou Shuren left the government office, dusk had already set in, and snowflakes like grains of sand floated in the sky. Though tiny, they would still cling to one's shoulders if one stood outside for long.
Zhou Shuren stared at Ran Zheng and shook the snow off his cloak. "Fine."
Ran Zheng smiled and gestured invitingly with his hand. Zhou Shuren, without hesitation, climbed into the carriage; Ran Zheng followed suit, and the Zhou family's carriage trailed behind them.
Today, Shen Xing accompanied Zhou Shuren. Jin Yan's wife was pregnant again, so the elder had given Jin Yan a few days off.
Shen Xing rode a horse, feeling much more fortunate compared to the Ran family's guards; he had a cloak and wore leather gloves—all provided by the Zhou residence.
The carriage did not travel far and soon stopped at a tavern that was lit up with lights.
