As Xicheng watched the driver input the password to open the gate, he followed with his luggage.
"Let me help you with the luggage!"
Perhaps afraid that Xicheng would refuse, the driver hurried ahead and quickly overtook him. Xicheng walked slowly behind, stepping on the snow up to the steps, where the driver placed the luggage under the porch.
"I'll sweep the snow for you and send a servant over to prepare some food for you."
"No need." Xicheng turned his face, looking around, "I like the snow."
The driver pursed his lips, hesitant to speak.
"Alright, head back early. If I need anything, I'll call."
Seeing he didn't want to talk much, the driver nodded, turned around, walked down the steps, left the mansion, and drove away.
He input the password to open the door, carrying the luggage into the living room.
