Winter in Yanjing is fiercely cold, and on cloudy days, the sky is a dull gray, with thick clouds blocking any hint of sunlight.
Located in the north, the harsh winters are difficult to endure year after year.
After breakfast, Yang Tianlie began preparing for the day.
Mu Yuqi was staying home today, and if she wanted to go out, she could just inform the butler.
It was not until eight-thirty that the father and son were fully ready.
Both were dressed in formal suits, with thermal underwear keeping them warm.
They shared a car, and the driver slowly started the vehicle.
"Are you able to handle various situations in social gatherings?" Yang Tianlie was quite worried that after all these years abroad, his son might not be familiar with such things.
"Dad, don't worry. Just say the right thing to the right people, it's no big deal."
"Be sharp, and if there's a chance, ask around."
