Su Zhiruan, seeing this, searched through the pile of clothes she had bought for a long time and found a military overcoat. "Put it on, it's getting cold."
At the time, to avoid attracting attention, Su Zhiruan said she was running a clothing wholesale business, and she took a lot of men's and women's clothing, especially thick clothes.
The young man had been wondering why there were so many winter clothes, but after putting on the overcoat, he suddenly had an answer, so he walked over to Su Zhiruan and stood shoulder to shoulder with her. "Did you... know in advance that the weather would change?"
"I didn't know," Su Zhiruan gathered her coat around her and shook her head. "It might be a coincidence."
Wen Qingyu, seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, considerately didn't continue to inquire.
