"Mm."
Jiang Jinsang responded but again bowed his head.
The surrounding cold wind was harsh, but Tang Wan felt her whole body was warm...
Her palms were sweaty, and being tightly held in his embrace, how could she still feel cold?
...
At this moment, Jiang Cuo burst out from inside, stumbling upon this scene, and was utterly dumbfounded. Meanwhile, Tang Wan wished she could shrink into her shell like Lord Wansui at that very moment.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Jinsang stretched out his hand to adjust her scarf and led her inside.
"The young master got into a fight and someone's nose bled profusely. The parents over there are making a scene and the coach is dealing with it. They might even disqualify him from the match."
"A fight?" Tang Wan frowned.
Jiang Jinsang, with tightly pursed lips, said, "Take me to see."
