City b, evening. In the cold night sky, half of the moon hung sideways, and the stars were twinkling. It started to rain heavily. Wang Yiting stood at the door of the shopping mall, watching the thunder pass by, and the heavy rain continued to fall like broken beads. A black private car passed by the shopping mall in City B and stopped. In the passenger seat of the car, the well-maintained woman turned to the back seat with a smile on her face.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
