Su Yuncheng insisted that Lin Nianhe felt a chill on her back because she had caught a cold, so he gave her a big bowl of brown sugar water and sent her to bed. He not only covered her with a quilt but also put his military coat on it.
Originally, Lin Nianhe had wanted to work on the development plan for the textile factory tonight, but cocooned in the cozy quilt, she did not want to get up anymore.
Men, indeed, are little demons who distract her from her career.
After a good night's sleep, early the next morning, Lin Nianhe found herself trapped in the house.
The door had frozen shut.
She lay on the window, and through the two layers of plastic sheeting, all she could see outside was a vast white expanse—apparently, it had snowed heavily last night.
Having spent a long time in Ten Miles Team, Lin Nianhe had gradually relaxed her tense nerves. She had grown accustomed to the various small noises at night, and no longer woke up frightened by every sound.
