Watching the intricate network of roads, Little Ginger was lost in thought.
Meanwhile.
A Koenigsegg luxury car was cruising on Ambassador Avenue. A bored young boy in the back seat was playing on his phone. After hearing a game-over sound, he tossed the phone aside and gazed out the window.
Curly hair, fair skin, bright black eyes, plump lips...
It was young Warren.
Snowflakes were falling outside, and passersby were fastening their collars and scarves.
The snow grew heavier, quickly blanketing the roads in white. The greenery strip and houses along the roadside also turned white.
The car, with its sleek design, weaved through the snowy curtain.
Within half an hour, the car left Ambassador Avenue and turned into an alley.
He heard from Audrey that a new restaurant had opened here, famous for its specialty roast duck, whose taste rivals the national treasure roast duck of Zion Country, so he decided to give it a try.
