Lei Juntian cursed, turned the steering wheel with his left hand to avoid an electric car that ran a red light, and subconsciously wiped the rain on his face with his right hand - half of it leaked in through the cracks in the car window, and half of it was sweat from the rush. The blue courier suit he wore that had been washed white had long been soaked, and it clung to his back. It was cold and sticky, and he felt as if maggots were crawling all over him.
