"Indeed, it's quite impressive." Chen Xi said, stroking his chin.
At this moment, Chen Xi remembered, isn't this Lub Su, that unfortunate kid's spiritual talent? That guy's talent just needed a little time, and it wouldn't be a problem to make it snow in tropical regions. It's truly a heaven-defying catastrophic talent.
However, Lub Su himself has a major issue; he is afraid of the cold, particularly afraid. The political office was forcibly hung with velvet curtains, five fireplaces were lit, and even the walls were made into double-layered firewalls.
In this kind of dry environment that any normal person would find uncomfortable, Lub Su still had to wrap himself in a layer of bear skin. In short, after a certain point in winter, when Lub Su could avoid going to the political office to handle affairs, he would just stay on the heated brick bed, editing documents all day, trying not to get out of bed except for visiting his grandmother.
