The airport was bustling with people coming and going, especially noisy in the piercing cold wind and heavy snow that resembled goose feathers. Everyone quickened their pace, their breath visible as they spoke.
A few disheveled, unkempt homeless men weaved through the crowds, begging anyone they encountered.
But in such cold weather, no one wanted to stay outdoors longer than necessary. Thus, most people impatiently shooed away the homeless men who were delaying them, with very few willing to stop and give money.
Sitting in a warm luxury car, dressed in a tailored suit and coat, wearing a designer watch, Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn't stand it anymore. He frowned and said, "Get rid of those beggars, they're a blight on the cityscape. Brother Xianyou and his wife are kind-hearted, seeing this right after leaving the airport will spoil their mood for enjoying the snow in Sapporo."
The master is kind-hearted, he couldn't bear to see such a scene.
