Zhao Qingheng didn't care about her remark.
The two still went to the cafeteria together.
"Su Nanzhi, do you always wear so little?" Zhao Qingheng had long noticed she didn't wear much, and now by asking, he sort of meant to offer her his coat.
Su Nanzhi's expressionless face replied, "I'm not cold."
Her words were so icy that even Zhao Qingheng subconsciously felt she wasn't cold.
However, in this kind of howling northerly wind, it was hard for anyone to believe that the other person truly wasn't cold.
What Su Nanzhi wore wasn't too thin, at least she wore a coat to not appear too out of the ordinary—it was one of those she had casually taken from Jiang Beiyu before.
Su Nanzhi hadn't managed to return either of the two coats she took from Teacher Jiang.
For one thing, she had worn them, and for another, Jiang Beiyu didn't want them back, not even for money.
Add to that Su Nanzhi's recent need to verify something about Jiang Beiyu's identity, her mind felt a bit chaotic.
