Meng Qing didn't speak, just about to push open the door when a man stopped her with one hand, blocking her path.,Meng Qing lowered her head to glance at her watch and, not wanting to argue with him, simply said: "If we keep this up, I'm not sure if my driving skills can get me to the daycare center in fifteen minutes.",Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。