Leaning against the window, Xiao Lin focused on the swirling snow outside. He could no longer remember how many times it had snowed this year; it seemed that this white color had never vanished from view since winter began. The QQ at Dragon Soul Repair Shop was still lying there, its shell and chassis had been replaced, and this time even the glass had been switched to the ones supplied by Hua Qingyi's vendor. They were just waiting for the engine to arrive. Not having a car really brought a lot of troubles, but having a personal driver was quite nice.
With nothing else to do, he distributed the Japanese tea he had brought back from 'Rhein' to the big and small sisters in the department, keeping only a small bag of tea powder for himself. Filled with enthusiasm, he brewed a cup today, only to find it tasted terrible. The tea was strong, but the strange feeling of swallowing the granules made it hard to accept.
