"I..."
"Old man, the wind on this mountain top is giving me a headache, I'd better head back first." As soon as Ye Changfeng finished speaking, he turned and prepared to leave.
The old man was about to speak again, but Ye Changfeng was already leaving. The old man stood there dumbfounded, staring at Ye Changfeng's back before finally reacting.
"I've been waiting for you here in the wind all morning with my old bones, and young people nowadays can't even withstand a bit of wind, unlike my old bones." The old man muttered to himself. As he finished speaking, he sneezed again.
The cold wind swept through again, causing the old man to shiver and hurriedly pull at his clothes.
Ye Changfeng followed the path back home. Zhao Xiaona and Chen Qing'er were busy in the kitchen. If it were summer, preparing breakfast at this time wouldn't be unusual, but now, in the cold weather, it seemed unnecessary to prepare it so early.
