Qiao Wei's breathing stopped for a moment. She watched the car door open and a man wearing a well-tailored gray suit get out of the car. The assistant held an umbrella for him. The man took the umbrella, turned his head slightly and said something to the assistant, and then walked towards the coffee shop.
Even through the rain, three years, a "death" and a complete transformation, Qiao Wei still recognized him at a glance.
