Jiangcheng, June, heavy rain.
A dazzling bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the delicate and pale face in the Rolls-Royce Phantom.
"Miss, we're here." The bodyguard in the front row turned back, with no respect in his tone, only impatient indifference.
The car door was pushed open violently, and the cold rain mixed with the damp smell unique to urban villages, mixed with low-quality oil smoke and garbage, instantly poured into the car.
Shen Qingtang was pushed out of the car by a huge force, his high heels got stuck in the mud, and he fell into the puddle of water in a panic.
"Did Lin Meifeng ask you to do this?" She raised her head, and the rainwater slid down her palm-sized face. The peach blossom eyes that used to be full of hope now only left a bone-chilling chill.
